Chords for Sunday Morning Coming Down (Live at Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY - March 1990)

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[Bb] Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [Eb] no way to hold my [Bb] head that didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Gm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [F] for dessert. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] Then I fumbled through my closet for [Eb] my clothes, found my [Bb] cleanest dirty shirt.
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ [Eb] And I washed my face and combed my hair, [Cm] _
stumbled down the [F] stairs to meet the day.
_ [G] _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Bb] I smoked my mind the night before [Eb] with cigarettes and songs that I'd [Bb] been picking. _ _ _ _
_ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [Gm] boy cussing at a can that [F] he'd been kicking. _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] I crossed the empty streets, [Eb] caught the Sunday smell of someone [Bb] frying chicken.
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_ _ [Eb] And it took me [Cm] back to something [Eb] that I lost [F] somewhere somehow [Bb] along the way. _ _ _
On a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm [C] wishing, Lord, [Bb] that I was strong. _ _ _
Cause there's something [F] in a Sunday [Cm] that [Dm] _
[Cm] makes a body [Bb] feel alone. _ _ _
There ain't nothing [Eb] short of dying, _ oh, half as lonesome [Bb] as the sound _ _ _
of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk [Eb] Sunday [Dm] _
[C] _ morning [Bb] coming down. _ _ _
_ _ In the park I saw a daddy [Eb] with a laughing little girl that he [Bb] was swinging. _ _ _ _
_ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [Gm]
listened to the song that [F] they were singing. _ _
Ringing in the sheets, [Bb] and I headed back for home.
[Eb] Somewhere far away a lonesome [Bb] bell was ringing, _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ [Eb] and it echoed [Cm] through the canyon
[Eb] like the [F] disappearing dreams [Bb] of yesterday. _ _ _ _
On a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, _ _ [Bb] I'm wishing, Lord, that I was strong. _ _ _
Cause there's something [F] about a Sunday _ [Dm] that'll make [Cm] your body [Bb] feel alone. _ _
There ain't nothing [Eb] short of dying, _ _ half as [Bb] lonesome as the sound _ _ _
of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk [Eb] _ _ [Dm] _
[Cm] Sunday morning coming [Bb] _ down. _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ Thank you. _
_ _ _ We'd like to introduce you to this all-star band behind us that Chip Mulman put together for the tour and the album.
They've been kicking tail all over the country here, starting with the man [E] on the harmonica, Mickey Raphael.
_ _ _ And on the slide guitar and dobro, Robbie Turner.
_ Back there on the bass, [Em] Mike Leach. _
[N] On the drums, Gene Chrisman.
_ Rhythm, guitar, and vocals, J.R. Cobb.
Reggie Young on lead guitar.
_ [D] And on the keyboards and vocals, [N] we have Bobby Woods, Bobby Immons, and Danny Tims.
Superstars.
These guys are as good as you get. _