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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
my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirCt G 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)
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I smokCed my brain the night before with cigaretFtes and songs that I had been Cpickin' But I lCit my first and watched a small kid cAmussin' at a can that he was kGickin'G7 C G7 And I croCssed the empty street and caught the SunFday smell of someone fryin' chCicken Am And it took Fme back to somethiG7n' that I 'd losFt somewhere somehG7ow along theC way
On the Sunday mornin' siFdewalk wishin' Lord that I was Cstone 'cause there's somethin' in SuG7nday that makes a body feel aClone C7 and there's nothing short of dFyin' half as lonesome as the Csound of a sleepin' city sidewGalk G7 F Sunday morniG7n' comin' doCwn
In the park I saw a daddy
with a laughFing little girl that he was swCingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and liAmstened to the songs that they were sGingin'G7 C G7 and I Cheaded back for home and somewhere far Faway a lonely bell was rCingin'Am and it eFchoed through the canyG7on like the disFappearing drG7eams of yestCerday
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