/************** 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
From: Guido=Vanden=Wyngaerd%OWP%UFSAL@ufsal3.kubrussel.ac.be
Date: Tue, 14 Nov 95 13:24:09 WET
Subject: TAB: Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down by Kris Kristofferson (in C)
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)
[ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/k/kristofferson-kris/10044.html ]
