Kris Kristofferson – Sunday Morning Coming Down chords ver. 2

C                            Well, I woke up Sunday morning
         F              G               C   GWith no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
         C                              AmAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
                          GSo I had one more for dessert.
        C                                FThen I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
             G                C    AmAnd found my cleanest dirty shirt.
        F                  GThen I washed my face and combed my hair
    F                  C                 DAnd stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.


      CI'd smoked my brain the night before on
F             G               C      Gcigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
      C                                     AmBut I lit my first and watched a small kid
                               GCussin at a can that he was kicking.
        CThen I walked across the street
               F                G               C     AmAnd caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
             F                    G              FAnd Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow
G                    CSomewhere along the way.


                     FOn a Sunday morning sidewalk,
                               CI'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
                              G'Cause there's something in a Sunday
                        CThat makes a body feel alone.
                             FAnd there's nothing short a' dying
                               CThat's half as lonesome as the sound
                      GOf the sleeping city sidewalk
                          C    GAnd Sunday morning coming down

        CIn the park I saw a daddy
         F              G               C        GWith a laughing little girl who he was swinging.
       C                            AmAnd I stopped beside a Sunday school
                                    GAnd listened to the songs they were singing.
       C                                     F         Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away 
   G              C      Ama lonely bell was ringing
       F                  GAnd it echoed through the canyon
         F            G         CLike the disappearing dreams of yesterday

                     FOn a Sunday morning sidewalk,
                               CI'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
                              G'Cause there's something in a Sunday
                        CThat makes a body feel alone.
                             FAnd there's nothing short a' dying
                               CThat's half as lonesome as the sound
                      GOf the sleeping city sidewalk
                          C    GAnd Sunday morning coming down