Kris Kristofferson – Sunday Morning Coming Down (Guitar)

Capo 2
Key
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Versions (3)

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Chords

Capo II [Intro] G G [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
Then I fumble through my closet for

   C                                   G     G/F# Em
my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt

      C
and I shaved my face and combed my hair

    Am                                   D
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Verse 3]
    G
I'd smoked my brain the night before

   C                                   G
on cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
Em                           D
cussin' at a can that he was kicking
[Verse 4]
       G
Then I crossed the empty street and caught

    C                              G      G/F# Em
the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

       C               Am
and it took me back to somethin' that

    C            D                   G
I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
[Chorus]
                      C
On the 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 sidewalks

                      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'
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
    Em                                  D
and listened to the song that they were singin'
[Verse 6]
       G
Then I headed back for home and

          C                          G      G/F# Em
somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

       C               Am
and it echoed thru the canyon like

    C            D               G
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
[Chorus]
                      C
On the 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 sidewalks

                      G
Sunday mornin' comin' down
[Outro]
                    C
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..

                        G
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..

                    D
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..

                        G
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...