Sunday Morning Coming Down(Chords)

	        
Intro G 

verse 1 
        G                              C                               G       G 
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt 
        G                               Em                            D       D 
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert. 
       G                                   C                                   G      Em 
Then I fumbled through my closet trough my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt 
       C                                  Am                                   D       D 
then I washed my face, combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. 

verse 2 
    G                                    C                                   G        G 
I'd smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin', 
      G                                    Em                             D         D 
but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing with a can that he was kickin'. 
       G                                             C                              G       Em 
Then I walked across the empty street and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken, 
              C               Am                 C                 D              G        G 
and, Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way. 

                      C       C                           G        G 
On the sunday morning sidewalk, wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 
                              D     D                        G      G 
'cause there's something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone. 
                             C    C                        G       G 
And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound 
                     D       D                          G        G 
on the sleeping city sidewalk and sunday morning coming down.
 

verse 3 
       G                         C                           G         G 
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl he was swingin' 
      G                                    Em                                  D       D 
and I stopped beside the Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'. 
       G                                  C                          G        Em 
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' 
       C               Am              C            D               G         G 
and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. 

End-Chorus 
                      C       C                           G        G 
On the sunday morning sidewalk, wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 
                              D     D                        G      G 
'cause there's something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone. 
                             C    C                        G       G 
And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound 
                     D       D                          G        G 
on the sleeping city sidewalk and sunday morning coming down. 

Outro 
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Written by Kris Kristofferson