Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G]It's an old Chris Christopherson tune,
by request.
Well, woke up Sunday morning
With no [C]way to hold my [D]head
And it didn't [G]hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast
Wasn't there
[Em]So I had one more for dess[D]ert
Then I [G]fumbled through my closet
Through my [C]clothes and found the cleanest,
dirti[G]est [Em]shirt.
And then I [C]brushed my teeth and [D]cooled my head,
[Am]
stumbled down the [D]stairs
to meet the date.
Well, I'd [G]smoked my mind
the night before
with [C]cigarettes and [D]songs
that I'd [G]been picking.
But I lived my first,
I watched a small boy [Em]cussin' at
a camp that he [D]was kickin'
And then I [G]walked an empty street
and smelled the [C]Sunday smell
of someone's fry[G]in' [Em]chicken
And it [C]took me back to [D]some place
That I'd [Am]lost somewhere
some[D]how along the [G]way
On a Sunday morning [C]sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord I [G]was [D]gone[G]
And there's nothing short of [C]dy ing
that's half as lonesome as the [G]sound of
a sleeping I sit [D]aside and watch
Every Sunday morning come [G]down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a [C]laughin' little [D]girl
And he [G]was swingin'
Then I stopped outside the Sunday school
And [Em]listen to the songs that
they [D]were singing
And as I [G]headed back for home
somewhere [C]far away
Alone the bell [G]was [Em]ringing
And it [C]echoed through the [D]canyon
Like the [Am]disappearing dream
[D]s of yes[G]terday
On a Sunday mornin' [C]side walk
I'm wishin' Lord I [G]was stoned
Cause there's somethin' in [D]the Sunday
That makes a body feel [G]alone
And there's nothin' sure to [C]die
Yeah, that's half as lonesome as it [G]sounds
Of a sleeping city [D]sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down
[G]Oh[G][D][G]
Thank you very much
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