Kristofferson Kris - Sunday Morning Coming Down guitar tab

/************** 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

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)

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