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/************** SUNDAY MORNIN' COMIN' DOWN *************/ written and performed by Kris Kristofferson. Capo on the first fret. Verse 1:
Well I Gwoke up Sunday morning with noC way toG hold my head, that didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast
wasn't bad so I hadEm one more for Ddessert
Verse 2:
Than I Gfumble through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shiCrt G and I shEmaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled downD the stairs to meet the day
Verse 3:
I'd smoGked my brain the night before and cigCarettes and songs that I've been pickin' G but I lit my Emfirst and watched a small kid cussin' at a can thDat he was kicking
Verse 4:
Then I Gcrossed the empty street and caught the sunCday smell of Gsomeone fryin' chicken
and it took me back to somethin' that
EmI'd lost somehoDw somewhere along away
Chorus: / C On a sunday mornin' sidewalks
wishing LorGd that I was stoned 'cause there is something iDn a sunday thatG makes a body feel alone
And there's notChin' short of dyin' half as lonesGome as the sound on the sleeDpin' city side walks Sunday morniGn' comin' down
Verse 5:
In theG park I saw a daddy with a laugChing littGle girl who he was swingin' and I Emstopped beside a sunday school and listened to the song thaDt they were singin'
Verse 6:
Then I Gheaded back for home and somewheCre far away aG lonely bell was ringin' and it eEmchoed thru the canyon like the disepparing Ddreams 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)
WCell I woke up Sunday morning with no Fway to hold my head that it didn'tC hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't baAmd so I had one more for dessGert G7 C G7 Then I fumblCed through my closet for my clothFes and found my cleanest dirty shCirt Am and I shavedF my face and I cG7ombed my hair and stumblFed down the stairs to meet the G7day
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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