Sunday Mornin Comin Down keyboard

Sunday Mornin Comin Down

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Sunday Morning Coming Down, performed by Johnny Cash
Corrected by Justin Shaffer ([email protected])
The chords were written right next to the lyrics, making it very hard to read indeed. I took the liberty of retyping it for any future users, but I'm not sure about the correctness of chord location. I just retyped what was already there. ;)


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Well, I woke up Sunday morning, 
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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt, 
                                         D
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, 
         E              A
So I had one more for dessert, 
                                        D
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes, 
             E              A
And found my cleanest dirty shirt, 
       D                  E
Then I washed my face and combed my hair, 
    D                 E                  A
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day, 
 
  
I smoked my mind the night before, 
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With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking, 
 
But I lit my first and watched a small kid, 
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Playing with a can that he was kicking, 
 
Then I walked across the street and caught, 
    D               E              A
The Sunday smell of someone frying chicken, 
        D               E
Lord it took me back to something that, 
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I lost somewhere, somehow along the way, 
 
                    D
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, 
                            A
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned, 
                             E
'Cause there's something in a Sunday, 
                       A
That makes a body feel alone, 
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And there's nothing short of dying, 
                               A
That’s half as lonesome as the sound, 
                     E
Of the sleeping city sidewalk, 
                          A
And Sunday morning coming down, 
 
  
 
In the park I saw a daddy with a, 
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Laughing little girl that he was swinging, 
 
And I stopped beside a Sunday school, 
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And listened to the songs that they were singing, 
 
Then I headed down the street and somewhere, 
 D         E               A
Far away a lonely bell was ringing, 
       D                  E
And it echoed through the canyon, 
     D            E              A
Like disappearing dreams of yesterday, 
 
  
                    D
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, 
                            A
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned, 
                              E
'Cause there's something in a Sunday, 
                       A
That makes a body feel alone, 
                             D
And there's nothing short of dying, 
                                A
That’s half as lonesome as the sound, 
                     E
Of the sleeping city sidewalk, 
                          A
And Sunday morning coming down.

 

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