Sunday Morning Coming Down Kris Kristofferson
/************** SUNDAY MORNIN' COMIN' DOWN *************/
written and performed by Kris Kristofferson.
Capo on the first fret.
Well I [G]woke up Sunday morning
with no[C] way to hold my head, tha[G]t didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast
wasn't bad so[Em] I had one more for desse[D]rt
Than I [G]fumble through my closet for
my clothes and found my cleanest dir[C]ty shirt[G]
and I shaved my face and c[Em]ombed my hair
and stumbled down the stairs to mee[D]t the day
I'd smo[G]ked my brain the night before
and cig[C]arettes and songs that I've been pickin'[G]
but I lit my first and watched [Em]a small kid
cussin' at a can that he was ki[D]cking
Then I [G]crossed the empty street and caught
the sun[C]day smell of someone fryin' chi[G]cken
and it took me back to somethin' that
I'd lo[Em]st somehow somewhere along [D]away
O[/]n a sunday mornin' sidewa[C]lks
wishing Lord that I was[G] stoned
'cause there is something in a sunday[D]
that makes a bod[G]y feel alone
And there's nothin' short o[C]f dyin'
half as lonesome as the s[G]ound
on the sleepin' city si[D]de walks
Sunday mornin' comin' do[G]wn
In the[G] park I saw a daddy with
a laug[C]hing little girl who[G] he was swingin'
and I stopped beside a s[Em]unday school
and listened to the song that they were [D]singin'
Then I [G]headed back for home and
somewhe[C]re far away a lonely bell was r[G]ingin'
and it echoed thru the can[Em]yon like
the disepparing dreams of y[D]esterday.
Thanks to Jan Ekeland for the lyrics.
Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
performed by Willie Nelson
'Willie Nelson sings Kristofferson' CBS 1979
W[C]ell I woke up Sunday morning
with no [F]way to hold my head that it didn't[C] hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't ba[Am]d
so I had one more for dess[G]ert[G7] [C] [G7]
Then I fumbl[C]ed through my closet
for my cloth[F]es and found my cleanest dirty sh[C]irt[Am]
and I shaved[F] my face and I c[G7]ombed my hair and
stumbl[F]ed down the stairs to meet the [G7]day
I smok[C]ed my brain the night before
with cigaret[F]tes and songs that I had been [C]pickin'
But I l[C]it my first and watched a small kid
c[Am]ussin' at a can that he was k[G]ickin'[G7] [C] [G7]
And I cro[C]ssed the empty street
and caught the Sun[F]day smell of someone fryin' ch[C]icken[Am]
And it took [F]me back to somethi[G7]n'
that I 'd los[F]t somewhere someh[G7]ow along the[C] way
On the Sunday mornin' si[F]dewalk
wishin' Lord that I was [C]stone
'cause there's somethin' in Su[G7]nday
that makes a body feel a[C]lone[C7]
and there's nothing short of d[F]yin'
half as lonesome as the [C]sound
of a sleepin' city sidew[G]alk[G7] [F]
Sunday morni[G7]n' comin' do[C]wn
In the park I saw a daddy
with a laugh[F]ing little girl that he was sw[C]ingin'
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
and li[Am]stened to the songs that they were s[G]ingin'[G7] [C] [G7]
and I [C]headed back for home
and somewhere far [F]away a lonely bell was r[C]ingin'[Am]
and it e[F]choed through the cany[G7]on
like the dis[F]appearing dr[G7]eams of yest[C]erday