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	G
Well I	woke up Sunday morning

	C	G
with no	way to hold my head, tha	t didn't hurt

and the beer I had for breakfast

	Em	D
wasn't bad so	I had one more for desse	rt

Verse 2:

	G
Than I	fumble through my closet for

	C	G
my clothes and found my cleanest dir	ty shirt

	Em
and I shaved my face and c	ombed my hair

	D
and stumbled down the stairs to mee	t the day

Verse 3:

	G
I'd smo	ked my brain the night before

	C	G
and cig	arettes 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 ki	cking

Verse 4:

	G
Then I	crossed the empty street and caught

	C	G
the sun	day smell of someone fryin' chi	cken

and it took me back to somethin' that

	Em	D
I'd lo	st somehow somewhere along	away

Chorus:

	C
On a sunday mornin' sidewa	lks

	G
wishing Lord that I was	stoned

	D
'cause there is something in a sunday

	G
that makes a bod	y feel alone

	C
And there's nothin' short o	f dyin'

	G
half as lonesome as the s	ound

	D
on the sleepin' city si	de walks

	G
Sunday mornin' comin' do	wn

Verse 5:

	G
In the	park I saw a daddy with

	C	G
a laug	hing little girl who	he was swingin'

	Em
and I stopped beside a s	unday school

	D
and listened to the song that they were	singin'

Verse 6:

	G
Then I	headed back for home and

	C	G
somewhe	re far away a lonely bell was r	ingin'

	Em
and it echoed thru the can	yon like

	D
the disepparing dreams of y	esterday.

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
W	ell 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 ba	d

	G	G7	C	G7
so I had one more for dess	ert

	C
Then I fumbl	ed through my closet

	F	C	Am
for my cloth	es and found my cleanest dirty sh	irt

	F	G7
and I shaved	my face and I c	ombed my hair and

	F	G7
stumbl	ed down the stairs to meet the	day

	C
I smok	ed my brain the night before

	F	C
with cigaret	tes and songs that I had been	pickin'

	C
But I l	it my first and watched a small kid

	Am	G	G7	C	G7
c	ussin' at a can that he was k	ickin'

	C
And I cro	ssed the empty street

	F	C	Am
and caught the Sun	day smell of someone fryin' ch	icken

	F	G7
And it took	me back to somethi	n'

	F	G7	C
that I 'd los	t somewhere someh	ow along the	way

	F
On the Sunday mornin' si	dewalk

	C
wishin' Lord that I was	stone

	G7
'cause there's somethin' in Su	nday

	C	C7
that makes a body feel a	lone

	F
and there's nothing short of d	yin'

	C
half as lonesome as the	sound

	G	G7	F
of a sleepin' city sidew	alk

	G7	C
Sunday morni	n' comin' do	wn

In the park I saw a daddy

	F	C
with a laugh	ing little girl that he was sw	ingin'

and I stopped beside a Sunday school

	Am	G	G7	C	G7
and li	stened to the songs that they were s	ingin'

	C
and I	headed back for home

	F	C	Am
and somewhere far	away a lonely bell was r	ingin'

	F	G7
and it e	choed through the cany	on

	F	G7	C
like the dis	appearing dr	eams of yest	erday

CHORUS (2x)