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Sunday Morning Coming Down chords by Kris Kristofferson, Trisha Yearwood

  • G

  • C

  • Gm

    3
  • Em

  • D

  • Am

Verse 1
G
C
G
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
C
with no way to hold my head,
G
it didn't hurt
And the beer I had for break
Gm
Em
fast wasn't bad,
D
so I had one more for dessert
G
And I fumbled through my
C
closet for my clothes
G
D
Em
and found my cleanest dirty shirt
C
G
And I washed my face and combed my hair
Am
and stumbled down the stairs
D
to meet the day
G
I'd smoked my brain the night before
C
On cigarettes and songs that
G
I'd been pickin'
And I lit my first and watched
a small kid
Em
Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
D
G
Then I crossed the empty street
C
and caught the Sunday smell
G
Em
of someone frying chicken
C
And it took me back to something
Am
C
that I'd lost somehow some
D
G
where along the way
C
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
G
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Oh, there's something in a Sunday
D
G
Makes a body feel alone
C
There ain't nothin' short of dy ing
G
Half as lonesome as the sound
D
Of those sleepin' city sidewalks
G
C
G
Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
C
with a laughing little girl
G
who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em
to listen to the song that
D
they were singin'
G
And I headed back for home
C
and somewhere far away
G
Em
a lonesome bell was ringing
C
And it echoed through the canyon
Am
C
Like the disappearing
D
G
dreams of yesterday
C
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
G
D
G
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
C
There ain't nothing short of dying,
G
half as lonesome as the sound
D
On the sleepin' city sidewalk
G
Sunday mornin' comin' down
C
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
G
D
G
Wishin' Lord that I was stoned
C
There ain't nothing short of dy ing
G
Half as lonesome as the sighing
D
On those sleeping cities sidewalks
Sunday morning,
G
C
G
C
G
C
coming down you
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