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Sunday Morning Coming Down chords by Bluegrass Cash

  • G

  • C

  • D

  • Em

  • Am

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Verse 1
Well, (G major) I woke up Sunday morning
with no (C major) way to hold my head. (D major)
That didn't hurt. (G major)
And the beer I had for breakfast
wasn't (E minor) bad,
so I had one more for desser (D major) t.
Then I fumbled (G major) in my closet
through my clothes (C major)
and found my cleanest dirty shirt. (G major) (E minor)
Then I washed (C major) my face
and (D major) combed my hair
an (A minor) d stumbled down the stairs (D major)
to meet the day
I'd smoked (G major) my mind the night before
with (C major) cigarettes and song
(D major) s I'd been (G major) picking
But I lit my first
and watched a small kid playing (E minor) with
a can that he was (D major) kicking
Then I walked (G major) across the street
and caught the (C major) Sunday smell
of someone's fry (G major) ing chicken (E minor)
And, it took (C major) me back to something (D major)
That I lost (A minor) somewhere,
(D major) somehow along the (G major) way
On a Sunday morning side (C major) walk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned (G major)
Cause there's something in a Sunday (D major)
that makes a body feel alone (G major)
And there's nothing sure to (C major) die
in that's half as lonesome as the (G major) sound
Off the sleepin' city side (D major) walk
And Sunday mornin' comin' (G major) down
In the park I saw a daddy with
a (C major) laughin' little girl (D major)
that he was (G major) swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
An (E minor) d listened to the songs
they were (D major) singin'
Then I headed (G major) down the street
And somewhere far (C major) away
a lonely bell was (G major) ringin' (E minor)
And it (C major) echoed through the canyons (D major)
Like the (A minor) disappearing
dream (D major) s of yes (G major) terday
On a Sunday morning side (C major) walk
I'm wishing, that I was (G major) stoned
Cause there's something in a (D major) Sunday
that makes a buddy feel alone (G major)
And there's nothing short (C major) of dying
that's half as lonesome as the (G major) sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk (D major)
And Sunday mornin'
comin' down (G major) (G major)
you
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