Kristofferson Kris - Sunday Morning Coming Down, аккорды

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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
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From: Guido=Vanden=Wyngaerd%OWP%[email protected]
Date: Tue, 14 Nov 95 13:24:09 WET
Subject: TAB: Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down by Kris Kristofferson (in 
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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%[email protected])

 
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)