Исполнитель: | Jam Night (English) |
Пользователь: | 450tachel |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | По-умолчанию |
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Sunday morning coming down
Capo2
Intro G (picking notes lower case g f#) Em
Em G
1 Well, I woke up Sunday morning
C D7 G
1 With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt
f# Em
1 And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad,
D7
1 So I had one more for dessert.
G G7 C
1 Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
CaddG G g f# Em
1 And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
C Am Am7
And I washed my face and combed my hair
C CaddG G7
1 And I stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
(Chorus)
G G7 C CaddG G
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
f# D D7 D G
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone.
G7 C G g f# Em
And there’s nothing short of dying that’s half as lonesome as the sound
D7 G
Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
Em G
2 I’d smoked my brain the night before
C D7 G
2 With cigarettes and songs I’d been picking.
f# Em
2 But I lit my first and watched a small kid curse’n
D7
2 With a can that he was kicking.
G G7 C
2 And I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday
CaddG G g f# e Em
2 smell of someone frying chicken.
C Am Am7
2 And it took me back to something that I’d
C D G C G
2 Lost somehow somewhere along the way
(Chorus)
G G7 C CaddG G
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
f# D D7 D G
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone.
G7 C G g f# Em
And there’s nothing short of dying that’s half as lonesome as the sound
D7 G
Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
Em G
3 In the park I saw a daddy
C D7 G
3 With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
f# Em
3 And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened
D7
3 to the songs they were singing.
G G7 C
3 Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away.
CaddG G g f# Em
3 a lonely bell was ringing,
C D C D G
3 And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
(Chorus)
G G7 C CaddG G
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
f# D D7 D G
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone.
G7 C G g f# Em
And there’s nothing short of dying that’s half as lonesome as the sound
D7 G
Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
zoom dance 2/ 22 tempo 3.0