Chords for Kris Kristofferson - Sunday morning coming down (1970)
Tempo:
157.65 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] .
[D] [A] .
Well I woke up Sunday morning [D] with no way to [G] hold my head, [A] didn't hurt.
.
[D] [A] .
[F#m] And [A] the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert.
.
Then [A] I fumbled through my closet [D] for my clothes and found my cleanest [A] dirty shirt.
.
[F#m] .
And [D] I shaved my face and combed my [Bm] hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet [E] the day.
.
[A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on cigarettes and [Bm].
songs that I'd [A] been picking.
.
But I lit my first and watched a [F#m] small kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking.
.
Then [A] I crossed the empty street [D] and caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
.
[F#m] .
And [D] it took me [Bm] back to something [D] that I'd lost somehow [E].
somewhere [A] along the way.
.
On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, wishing love that I [A] was stoned.
.
Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday that makes a body [A] feel alone.
.
And there's nothing [C#] [D] short of dying on, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
.
[D] [A] On the sleeping [E] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
.
[D] [A] .
In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing little girl who he [A] was swinging.
.
[D] [A] .
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [F#m] and listened to the song that they [E] were singing.
Then.
[A] I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [F#m] was ringing.
.
[D] And it echoed through [Bm] the canyons like [D] the disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday.
.
[D] [A] On the [Em] Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, wishing love that I was [A] stoned.
.
Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday that makes a body feel [A] alone.
.
And there's nothing short [D] of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
.
On the sleeping [E] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
.
[D] .
La la la la la la.
[A] [E] .
[A] .
[N] .
[D] [A] .
Well I woke up Sunday morning [D] with no way to [G] hold my head, [A] didn't hurt.
.
[D] [A] .
[F#m] And [A] the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert.
.
Then [A] I fumbled through my closet [D] for my clothes and found my cleanest [A] dirty shirt.
.
[F#m] .
And [D] I shaved my face and combed my [Bm] hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet [E] the day.
.
[A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on cigarettes and [Bm].
songs that I'd [A] been picking.
.
But I lit my first and watched a [F#m] small kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking.
.
Then [A] I crossed the empty street [D] and caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
.
[F#m] .
And [D] it took me [Bm] back to something [D] that I'd lost somehow [E].
somewhere [A] along the way.
.
On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, wishing love that I [A] was stoned.
.
Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday that makes a body [A] feel alone.
.
And there's nothing [C#] [D] short of dying on, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
.
[D] [A] On the sleeping [E] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
.
[D] [A] .
In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing little girl who he [A] was swinging.
.
[D] [A] .
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [F#m] and listened to the song that they [E] were singing.
Then.
[A] I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [F#m] was ringing.
.
[D] And it echoed through [Bm] the canyons like [D] the disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday.
.
[D] [A] On the [Em] Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, wishing love that I was [A] stoned.
.
Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday that makes a body feel [A] alone.
.
And there's nothing short [D] of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
.
On the sleeping [E] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
.
[D] .
La la la la la la.
[A] [E] .
[A] .
[N] .
Key:
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
[D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Well I woke up Sunday morning [D] with no way to [G] hold my head, _ [A] didn't hurt.
_ _ _ _ .
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
[F#m] And [A] the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert.
_ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Then [A] I fumbled through my closet [D] for my clothes and found my cleanest [A] dirty shirt.
_ _ _ _ .
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
And [D] I shaved my face and combed my [Bm] hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet [E] the day.
_ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ [A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on cigarettes and [Bm].
songs that I'd [A] been picking.
_ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ But I lit my first and watched a [F#m] small kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking.
_ _ .
Then _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] I crossed the empty street [D] and caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying _ chicken.
_ _ .
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ And [D] it took me [Bm] back to something [D] that I'd lost somehow [E].
somewhere [A] along the way.
_ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ On the Sunday _ [D] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ wishing _ love that I [A] was stoned.
_ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday _ that _ _ _ _ makes a body _ [A] feel alone.
_ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ And there's nothing [C#] [D] short of dying _ on, _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the _ sound.
_ _ .
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ On the sleeping [E] city sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Sunday morning _ [A] coming down.
_ _ _ _ .
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ In the park I saw a daddy _ [D] with a laughing little girl who he [A] was swinging.
_ _ _ _ .
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ And I stopped beside a Sunday school [F#m] and listened to the song that they [E] were singing.
_ _ Then.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ [A] I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [F#m] was ringing.
_ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ [D] And it echoed through [Bm] the canyons like [D] the _ disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday.
_ _ _ _ .
[D] _ [A] _ _ _ On the [Em] Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ wishing love that I was [A] _ _ stoned.
_ _ .
_ _ _ Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday _ _ that _ _ _ makes a body feel [A] _ alone.
_ _ _ _ .
_ _ And there's nothing short [D] of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
_ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ On the sleeping [E] city sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Sunday morning _ [A] coming down.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ La la la la la la.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ .
[D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Well I woke up Sunday morning [D] with no way to [G] hold my head, _ [A] didn't hurt.
_ _ _ _ .
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
[F#m] And [A] the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert.
_ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Then [A] I fumbled through my closet [D] for my clothes and found my cleanest [A] dirty shirt.
_ _ _ _ .
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
And [D] I shaved my face and combed my [Bm] hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet [E] the day.
_ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ [A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on cigarettes and [Bm].
songs that I'd [A] been picking.
_ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ But I lit my first and watched a [F#m] small kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking.
_ _ .
Then _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] I crossed the empty street [D] and caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying _ chicken.
_ _ .
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ And [D] it took me [Bm] back to something [D] that I'd lost somehow [E].
somewhere [A] along the way.
_ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ On the Sunday _ [D] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ wishing _ love that I [A] was stoned.
_ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday _ that _ _ _ _ makes a body _ [A] feel alone.
_ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ And there's nothing [C#] [D] short of dying _ on, _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the _ sound.
_ _ .
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ On the sleeping [E] city sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Sunday morning _ [A] coming down.
_ _ _ _ .
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ In the park I saw a daddy _ [D] with a laughing little girl who he [A] was swinging.
_ _ _ _ .
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ And I stopped beside a Sunday school [F#m] and listened to the song that they [E] were singing.
_ _ Then.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ [A] I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [F#m] was ringing.
_ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ [D] And it echoed through [Bm] the canyons like [D] the _ disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday.
_ _ _ _ .
[D] _ [A] _ _ _ On the [Em] Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ wishing love that I was [A] _ _ stoned.
_ _ .
_ _ _ Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday _ _ that _ _ _ makes a body feel [A] _ alone.
_ _ _ _ .
_ _ And there's nothing short [D] of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
_ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ On the sleeping [E] city sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Sunday morning _ [A] coming down.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ La la la la la la.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ .
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