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Sunday Morning Coming Down chords

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[Verse 1]

               G
        Well I woke up Sunday morning
               C                        G
        with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt

        and the beer I had for breakfast
                     Em                       D
        wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert


[Verse 2]

               G
        Than I fumble through my closet for
                                            C                                             G
        my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
                                  Em
        and I shaved my face and combed my hair
                                           D
        and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day


[Verse 3]

               G
        I'd smoked my brain the night before
               C                                                          G
        and cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'
                                       Em
        but I lit my first and watched a small kid
                                       D
        cussin' at a can that he was kicking


[Verse 4]

               G
        Then I crossed the empty street and caught
               C                              G
        the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

        and it took me back to somethin' that
              Em                         D
        I'd lost somehow somewhere along away


[Chorus]

                                  C
        On a sunday mornin' sidewalks
                               G
        wishing Lord that I was stoned
                                               D
        'cause there is something in a sunday
                        G
        that makes a body feel alone

                                   C
        And there's nothin' short of dyin'
                                 G
        half as lonesome as the sound
                               D
        on the sleepin' city side walks
                                G
        Sunday mornin' comin' down


[Verse 5]

              G
        In the park I saw a daddy with
              C                   G
        a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
                                Em
        and I stopped beside a sunday school
                                                D
        and listened to the song that they were singin'


[Verse 6]

               G
        Then I headed back for home and
               C                              G
        somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
                                  Em
        and it echoed thru the canyon like
                                   D
        the disepparing dreams of yesterday.




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[Verse]

 C
Well I woke up Sunday morning
        F                                 C
with no way to hold my head that it didn't hurt
                                          Am
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
                          G     G7    C     G7
so I had one more for dessert
            C
Then I fumbled through my closet
            F                                C     Am
for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
            F               G7
and I shaved my face and I combed my hair and
      F                              G7
stumbled down the stairs to meet the day


[Verse]

      C
I smoked my brain the night before
            F                             C
with cigarettes and songs that I had been pickin'
       C
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
 Am                           G     G7    C     G7
cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
         C
And I crossed the empty street
                  F                             C     Am
and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
            F                 G7
And it took me back to somethin'
             F                G7          C
that I 'd lost somewhere somehow along the way


[Chorus]

                        F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
                        C
wishin' Lord that I was stone
                              G7
'cause there's somethin' in Sunday
                        C     C7
that makes a body feel alone
                              F
and there's nothing short of dyin'
                        C
half as lonesome as the sound
                        G           G7    F
of a sleepin' city sidewalk
            G7          C
Sunday mornin' comin' down


[Verse]

In the park I saw a daddy
            F                             C
with a laughing little girl that he was swingin'

and I stopped beside a Sunday school
      Am                                  G     G7    C     G7
and listened to the songs that they were singin'
      C
and I headed back for home
                  F                       C     Am
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
        F                     G7
and it echoed through the canyon
            F           G7          C
like the disappearing dreams of yesterday


[Chorus]

                        F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
                        C
wishin' Lord that I was stone
                              G7
'cause there's somethin' in Sunday
                        C     C7
that makes a body feel alone
                              F
and there's nothing short of dyin'
                        C
half as lonesome as the sound
                        G           G7    F
of a sleepin' city sidewalk
            G7          C
Sunday mornin' comin' down

                        F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
                        C
wishin' Lord that I was stone
                              G7
'cause there's somethin' in Sunday
                        C     C7
that makes a body feel alone
                              F
and there's nothing short of dyin'
                        C
half as lonesome as the sound
                        G           G7    F
of a sleepin' city sidewalk
            G7          C
Sunday mornin' comin' down

            
            
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CRcalgary 10 Apr 15, 2005 08:00 PM

the capo goes on the second fret not the 1st

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CRcalgary 10 Apr 15, 2005 08:00 PM

the capo goes on the second fret not the 1st

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beaugamble 232 Jul 16, 2014 12:20 PM

Lack of accuracy. Clearly wrong.

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