Sunday Morning Coming Down Tabulatur von Johnny Cash

INTRO  A

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
        A                               F#m
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
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So I had one more for dessert
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Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
                            A      F#m
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
       D                  E
Then I washed my face and combed my hair

Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day


I smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small boy
Cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin'
I crossed the empty street
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way

A                       D
    On a Sunday morning sidewalk
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I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone
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'Cause there's something in a Sunday
                        A
That makes a body feel alone
                                 D
And there ain't nothing short of dying
                        A
Half as lonesome as the sound
                   E
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
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Sunday morning coming down


In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the songs that they were singin'
I headed down the road,
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday

CHORUS
End the song strumming A-Asus4-Asus4-A