Kris Kristofferson
Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Coming Down gitaar chord
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# /************** SUNDAY MORNIN' COMIN' DOWN *************/ written and performed by Kris Kristofferson. Capo on the first fret. 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. Thanks to Jan Ekeland for the lyrics. Perret Charles.E-mail:perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr From: Guido=Vanden=Wyngaerd%OWP%UFSAL@ufsal3.kubrussel.ac.be Date: Tue, 14 Nov 95 13:24:09 WET Subject: TAB: Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down by Kris Kristofferson (in C) Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Kris Kristofferson performed by Willie Nelson from the album 'Willie Nelson sings Kristofferson' CBS 1979 Chords figured out by Dany Jaspers (dany%dia%cc3@cc3.kuleuven.ac.be) 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)