Sunday Morning Coming Down

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/************** SUNDAY MORNIN' COMIN' DOWN *************/

written and performed by Kris Kristofferson.

Capo on the first fret.

Verse 1:

Well I woke up Sunday morning

with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt

and the beer I had for breakfast

wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert

Verse 2:

Than I fumble through my closet for

my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt

and I shaved my face and combed my hair

and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

Verse 3:

I'd smoked my brain the night before

and cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'

but I lit my first and watched a small kid

cussin' at a can that he was kicking

Verse 4:

Then I crossed the empty street and caught

the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

and it took me back to somethin' that

I'd lost somehow somewhere along away

Chorus:

On a sunday mornin' sidewalks

wishing Lord that I was stoned

'cause there is something in a sunday

that makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

half as lonesome as the sound

on the sleepin' city side walks

Sunday mornin' comin' down

Verse 5:

In the park I saw a daddy with

a laughing little girl who he was swingin'

and I stopped beside a sunday school

and listened to the song that they were singin'

Verse 6:

Then I headed back for home and

somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

and it echoed thru the canyon like

the disepparing dreams of yesterday.

Thanks to Jan Ekeland for the lyrics.

From: Guido=Vanden=Wyngaerd%OWP%[email protected]

Date: Tue, 14 Nov 95 13:24:09 WET

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%[email protected])

Well I woke up Sunday morning

with no way to hold my head that it didn't hurt

and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad

so I had one more for dessert

Then I fumbled through my closet

for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt

and I shaved my face and I combed my hair and

stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I smoked my brain the night before

with cigarettes and songs that I had been pickin'

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

cussin' at a can that he was kickin'

And I crossed the empty street

and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

And it took me back to somethin'

that I 'd lost somewhere somehow along the way

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk

wishin' Lord that I was stone

'cause there's somethin' in Sunday

that makes a body feel alone

and there's nothing short of dyin'

half as lonesome as the sound

of a sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy

with a laughing little girl that he was swingin'

and I stopped beside a Sunday school

and listened to the songs that they were singin'

and I headed back for home

and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

and it echoed through the canyon

like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

CHORUS (2x)