Chords for Trace Adkins ~ "Sunday Morning Coming Down"
Tempo:
75.65 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [C] [G]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [C] with no way to hold my head that [G] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [Em] bad, so I had one more for [D] dessert.
[G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes and found my cleanest [G] dirty shirt.
[Em] [C] And I washed my face and combed my hair, [Am] stumbled down the stairs to meet [D] the day.
[G] I'd smoked my brain the night before [C] on cigarettes and songs that I'd [G] been kickin'.
And I lit my first and watched [A] a small [Em] kid cussin' out a can that [D] he was kickin'.
[G] Then I crossed the empty street and caught [C] the Sunday smell of someone [G] frying chicken.
[Em] [C] And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost [D] somehow somewhere [G] along the way.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, wishin' Lord that [G] I was stoned.
Thoughts are somethin' [D] in a Sunday that makes the body [G] feel alone.
And there's nothin' [C] short of dyin'.
I haven't lost [G] nothin' at the sound.
On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] put down.
[C] [G] In the park I saw a daddy [C] with a laughin' little girl that he [G] was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday [Em] school and listened to the song [D] they were [G] singin'.
[D] [G] Then I headed back for home and somewhere [C] far away a [G] lonely bell was [D] ringin'.
[Em] [G] And [C] it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing [D] [G] dreams of yesterday.
On the Sunday morning [C]
sidewalk, wishin' Lord [G] that I was stoned.
Thoughts are somethin' [D] in a Sunday that makes the body [G] feel alone.
And there's nothin' [C] short of dyin'.
Half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] put down.
On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] put down.
[C] [G] [C] [G]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [C] with no way to hold my head that [G] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [Em] bad, so I had one more for [D] dessert.
[G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes and found my cleanest [G] dirty shirt.
[Em] [C] And I washed my face and combed my hair, [Am] stumbled down the stairs to meet [D] the day.
[G] I'd smoked my brain the night before [C] on cigarettes and songs that I'd [G] been kickin'.
And I lit my first and watched [A] a small [Em] kid cussin' out a can that [D] he was kickin'.
[G] Then I crossed the empty street and caught [C] the Sunday smell of someone [G] frying chicken.
[Em] [C] And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost [D] somehow somewhere [G] along the way.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, wishin' Lord that [G] I was stoned.
Thoughts are somethin' [D] in a Sunday that makes the body [G] feel alone.
And there's nothin' [C] short of dyin'.
I haven't lost [G] nothin' at the sound.
On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] put down.
[C] [G] In the park I saw a daddy [C] with a laughin' little girl that he [G] was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday [Em] school and listened to the song [D] they were [G] singin'.
[D] [G] Then I headed back for home and somewhere [C] far away a [G] lonely bell was [D] ringin'.
[Em] [G] And [C] it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing [D] [G] dreams of yesterday.
On the Sunday morning [C]
sidewalk, wishin' Lord [G] that I was stoned.
Thoughts are somethin' [D] in a Sunday that makes the body [G] feel alone.
And there's nothin' [C] short of dyin'.
Half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] put down.
On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] put down.
[C] [G] [C] [G]
Key:
G
C
D
Em
Am
G
C
D
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning [C] with no way to hold my head that [G] didn't hurt.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [Em] bad, so I had one more for [D] dessert.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes and found my cleanest [G] dirty shirt. _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [C] And I washed my face and combed my hair, [Am] stumbled down the stairs to meet [D] the day. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] I'd smoked my brain the night before [C] on cigarettes and songs that I'd [G] been kickin'.
_ _ _ _ And I lit my first and watched [A] a small [Em] kid cussin' out a can that [D] he was kickin'.
_ _ _ _ [G] Then I crossed the empty street and caught [C] the Sunday smell of someone [G] frying chicken.
[Em] _ _ _ _ [C] And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost [D] somehow somewhere [G] along the way.
_ On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ wishin' Lord that [G] I was stoned.
_ _ _ Thoughts are somethin' [D] in a Sunday that _ makes the body [G] feel alone.
_ _ _ And there's nothin' [C] short of _ _ _ dyin'.
I haven't lost [G] nothin' at the sound.
_ _ On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [G] put down.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] [G] In the park I saw a daddy [C] with a laughin' little girl that he [G] was swingin'.
_ _ _ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday [Em] school and listened to the song [D] they were [G] singin'.
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] Then I headed back for home and somewhere [C] far away a [G] lonely bell was _ [D] ringin'.
[Em] _ _ [G] And [C] it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing [D] [G] dreams of yesterday.
_ _ On the Sunday morning [C]
sidewalk, _ _ wishin' Lord [G] that I was stoned.
_ _ Thoughts are somethin' [D] in a Sunday that _ makes the body [G] feel alone.
_ _ And there's nothin' [C] short of _ _ _ dyin'.
Half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [G] put down.
_ _ _ On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [G] put down.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning [C] with no way to hold my head that [G] didn't hurt.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [Em] bad, so I had one more for [D] dessert.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes and found my cleanest [G] dirty shirt. _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [C] And I washed my face and combed my hair, [Am] stumbled down the stairs to meet [D] the day. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] I'd smoked my brain the night before [C] on cigarettes and songs that I'd [G] been kickin'.
_ _ _ _ And I lit my first and watched [A] a small [Em] kid cussin' out a can that [D] he was kickin'.
_ _ _ _ [G] Then I crossed the empty street and caught [C] the Sunday smell of someone [G] frying chicken.
[Em] _ _ _ _ [C] And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost [D] somehow somewhere [G] along the way.
_ On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ wishin' Lord that [G] I was stoned.
_ _ _ Thoughts are somethin' [D] in a Sunday that _ makes the body [G] feel alone.
_ _ _ And there's nothin' [C] short of _ _ _ dyin'.
I haven't lost [G] nothin' at the sound.
_ _ On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [G] put down.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] [G] In the park I saw a daddy [C] with a laughin' little girl that he [G] was swingin'.
_ _ _ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday [Em] school and listened to the song [D] they were [G] singin'.
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] Then I headed back for home and somewhere [C] far away a [G] lonely bell was _ [D] ringin'.
[Em] _ _ [G] And [C] it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing [D] [G] dreams of yesterday.
_ _ On the Sunday morning [C]
sidewalk, _ _ wishin' Lord [G] that I was stoned.
_ _ Thoughts are somethin' [D] in a Sunday that _ makes the body [G] feel alone.
_ _ And there's nothin' [C] short of _ _ _ dyin'.
Half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [G] put down.
_ _ _ On the sleepin' [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [G] put down.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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