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SUNDAY MORNIN' COMIN' DOWN
Capo on the first fret.
Latin Rock
Tempo: 87
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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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
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
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
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 (2x)