sunday morning coming down — текст песни (Kristofferson Kris)

/************** 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)



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