/************** 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.
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)
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)