Sunday Morning Coming Down
Johny Cash, Kris Kristoferson
Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Kris Kristofferson C Well I woke up Sunday morning F C With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast Ami G7 Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert C F Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes C Ami And found my cleanest dirty shirt F And I shaved my face and combed my hair Dmi Dmi7 G7 And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before With 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 Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken. F Dmi7 And it took me back to somethin' F G7 C That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way F On the Sunday morning sidewalks C Wishing lord that I was stoned G 'Cause there is something in a sunday Dmi7 G7 C That makes a body feel alone F And there's nothin' short of dyin' C Half as lonesome as the sound G7 On the sleepin' city side walks C Sunday mornin' comin' down 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' Then I headed back for home and Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon like The disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing lord that I was stoned 'Cause there is something in a sunday
Do databáze přidal Medvěd, dne 22. 03. 2024