Sunday Morning Coming Down — аккорды и текст

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Date: 11/11/96; 5:20:59 PM

From: (email protected) (Dierk Queren)

Subject: Countrysongs

Sunday morning comming down

Johny Cash

         C

Well , I woke up Sunday morning ,

        F                                C

with no way to hold my head, that didn«t hurt

        C

and the beer i had for breakfast ,

       Am                             G7

wasn«t bad, so I had one more for des--sert

       C

than I thumbled through my closet  ,

       F                                 C

for my clothes, found my cleanest, dirty hirt

       G7

than I washed my face and combed my hair,

stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

Well I smoked my brain the night befor ,

with cigarets and songs that we been picking

And I lit my first and stopped to watch ,

a small kid with a can that he was kicking

Than I crossed an empty street ,

and caught the Sunday-smell of someone«s frying chicken

and it took me back to something ,

that I lost somewhere somehow along the way

Ref:

                    F

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

                        C

wishing Lord that I was stoned

                              G7

Cause there is something in a Sunday,

                           C

that makes somebody feel a--lone

                           F

And it«s nothing shure but dieing,

                         C

half as lone some as the sound

                   G7

of a sleeping city sidewalk,

                           C

when Sunday morning coming down

In a park I saw a Daddy ,

with a laughing little girl he was swinging

And I stopped beside a Sunday school ,

and listened to the songs that they were singing

Than I hadded back for home ,

and some whrer far away a lonely bell was ringing

And it echoed to the canyons ,

like the dissapearing dreames of yesterday

Ref:

On a Sunday morning sidewalk ....

It«s the first song, that I write to you from germany.

D. Queren ((email protected))