Song Name: | Sunday Morning Coming Down (chromatic) | By: | Kris Kristofferson |
Posted By: | WaltP | Difficulty: | Any |
Key: | Eb | Genre: | Country |
Harp Type: | Chromatic | ||
Created: | 2010-01-18 14:01:03 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
Song: | SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
By: Kris Kristofferson Key: Eb -3* -3* -7*-7* -7* -7* 7* 7 Well I woke up Sun-day morn-ing, -6 7 7* 7* 7* 7* 7 With no way to hold my head -6 -5* -6 7 that did-n't hurt. -3* -3* -7* -7*-7* 7 7* 7 And the beer I had for break-fast 7 -6 -5* Was-n't bad, 5 -5* -6 7 -5* -5 5 -3* So I had one more for des-sert. 7 7*-7* -7* -7* -7* Then I fum-bled through my 8 -7* 7 -5* 8 clos-et for my clothes, 8 8 -9 -9* 7* 8 -7* -7* And found my clean-est dir-ty shirt. 7 7 7* 7* 7* 7 7* 7 7* An' I shaved my face and combed my hair, 7 -6 -6 -6 -5* -6 An' stum-bled down the stairs 5 -5* -5* -5 to meet the day. -7* -7* -7* -7* -7* 7* 7 -6 I'd smoked my brain the night be-fore, 7 7* 7* 7* With cig-a-rettes 7* 7 -6 -5* -6 7 7 and songs that I'd been pick-in' -3*-3*-7* -7* -7* 7 7* 7 7 -6 But I lit my first and watched a small kid, -5* 5 -5*-6 7 -5* -5 5 -3* -3* Cuss-in' at a can that he was kick-ing. 7 7* -7* -7* -7* -7* 8 Then I crossed the emp-ty street -7* 7 -5* 8 8 8 'n caught the Sun-day smell -9 -9* 7* 8 -7* -7* -7* of some-one fry-in' chick-en. 7 7 7* 7* 7* 7* 7 -6 And it took me back to some-thin' -6 7 7* 7* 7* That I'd lost some-how, 7 7 -6 -6 -5* -5* some-where a-long the way. 7 7 -9* -9* -9* -9 -9 9 On the Sun-day morn-ing side-walks, -9* -9* -9 7* 9 9 -7* Wish-in' Lord, that I was stoned, 7 7* -7* -7* 7* 7 7 -6 'Cause there's some-thing in a Sun-day, 7* 7* 7 -6 -5* -6 7 Makes a bod-y, feel a-lone, 7 7* -9* -9* -9* -9 -9 9 And there's noth-in' short of dy-in' -9* -9* -9 -9 9 9 -7* Half as lone-some, as the sound, 7 7* -7* -7* 7* 7 7 -6 On the sleep-in' cit-y side walks, 7* 7* 7 -6 -5* -5 -5* Sun-day morn-in' com-in' down, 7 7* -9* -9* -9* -9 -9 9 And there's noth-in' short of dy-in' -9* -9* -9 -9 9 9 -7* Half as lone-some, as the sound, 7 7* -7* -7* 7* 7 7 -6 On the sleep-in' cit-y side walks, 7* 7* 7 -6 -5* -5 -5* Sun-day morn-in' com-in' down, 7* 7* 7 -6 -5* -5 -5* Sun-day morn-in' com-in' down. -3*-3* -7* -7*-7*-7* 7* 7 In the park I saw a dad-dy, -6 7 7* 7* 7* 7* 7 With a laugh-in' lit-tle girl -6 -5* -6 7 7 That he was swing-in' -3*-3* -7* -7* -7* 7 7* 7 7 And I stopped be-side a Sun-day school -6 -5* 5 -5* -6 7 And lis-tened to the song -5* -5 5 -3* -3* that they were sing-in' 7 7* -7* -7* -7* -7* 8 Then I head-ed back for home, -7* 7 -6 8 8 8 And some-where far a-way -9 -9* 7* 8 -7* -7* -7* a lone-ly bell was ring-in' 7 7 7* 7* 7* 7* 7 -6 And it ech-oed thru the can-yons, -6 7 7* 7* 7* 7 7 Like the dis-ap-pear-ing dreams -6 -6 -5* -5* of yes-ter-day 7 7 -9* -9* -9* -9 -9 9 On the Sun-day morn-ing side-walks, -9* -9* -9 7* 9 9 -7* Wish-in' Lord, that I was stoned, 7 7* -7* -7* 7* 7 7 -6 'Cause there's some-thing in a Sun-day, 7* 7* 7 -6 -5* -6 7 Makes a bod-y, feel a-lone, 7 7* -9* -9* -9* -9 -9 9 And there's noth-in' short of dy-in' -9* -9* -9 -9 9 9 -7* Half as lone-some, as the sound, 7 7* -7* -7* 7* 7 7 -6 On the sleep-in' cit-y side walks, 7* 7* 7 -6 -5* -5 -5* Sun-day morn-in' com-in' down, |