Sunday Mornin' Coming' Down

Johnny Cash

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Tom:
Capotraste:
G Well, I woke up Sunday morning
C D G With no way to hold my head that it didn't hurt
Em And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
D D7 So I had one more for dessert
G C Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
G Em And found my cleanest dirty shirt
C D And I shaved my face and combed my hair
C D D7 And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
G Well, I`d smoked my brain the night before
C D G With cigarettes and songs that I'd been a-pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Em D D7 Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
G Then I crossed the empty street and caught
C G Em The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
C D C And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost
D G G7 Somehow, somewhere along the way
G C On a Sunday morning sidewalk
G I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone
D D7 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
G G7 That makes a body feel alone
C And there ain't nothing short of dying
G Em Half as lonesome as the sound
D Of a sleeping city sidewalk
D7 G C G And Sunday morning coming down
G In the park I saw a daddy
C D G With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em D D7 And listened to the songs that they were singin'
G Then I headed back for home
C G Em And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
C D And it echoed through the canyon
C D G G7 Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday
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Composição: Kris Kristofferson

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