View Guitar Chords for Sunday morning coming down - chords ver. 2
CWell, I woke up Sunday morning With no wFay to hold my hGead that didn't ChurtG. And the bCeer I had for breakfast wasn't Ambad, So I had one more for dessGert. Then I fCumbled through my closet for my cFlothes And found my Gcleanest dirty shCirt. Am Then I wFashed my face and cGombed my hair And Fstumbled down the sCtairs to meet the Dday.I'd smCoked my brain the night before on Fcigarettes andG songs I'd been CpickingG. But I Clit my first and watched a small kid Am Cussin at a can that he was kicGking. Then I wCalked across the street And caught the FSunday smell of sGomeone frying chCicken.Am And Lord, it Ftook me back to sometGhing that I'd lFost somehow GSomewhere along the wCay.On a Sunday morning sFidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was sCtoned. 'Cause there's something in a GSunday That makes a body feel aClone. And there's nothing short a' Fdying That's half as lonesome as the Csound Of the sleeping city sGidewalk And Sunday morning coming Cdown GIn the pCark I saw a daddy With a laFughing little gGirl who he was sCwinging. G And I sCtopped beside a Sunday schoolAm And listened to the songs they were Gsinging. Then I Cheaded down the street and somewhere fFar away a lGonely bell was CringingAm And it Fechoed through the Gcanyon Like the Fdisappearing Gdreams of CyesterdayOn a Sunday morning sFidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was sCtoned. 'Cause there's something in a GSunday That makes a body feel aClone. And there's nothing short a' Fdying That's half as lonesome as the Csound Of the sleeping city sGidewalk And Sunday morning coming Cdown G