Sunday Morning Coming Down Johnny Cash

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Johnny Cash

James Sanford

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歌詞

[Verse 1]
       G
Well I woke up Sunday morning
        C
With no way to hold my head,
D
 that didn't hurt
G                                        Em
 And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
                         D
So I had one more for dessert

[Verse 2]
          G          G7                C
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
                            G
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Em             C            D
  Then I washed my face and combed my hair
Am                    D
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[Verse 3]
    G                  G7
I'd smoked my mind the night before
C                       D              G
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Em                               D
  Playin' with a can that he was kicking

[Verse 4]
             G           G7
Then I walked across the street
               C                         G
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
Em       C               D
  And it took me back to somethin'
         Am
That I'd lost somewhere,
D                 G
somehow along the way
                    C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk

[Chorus]
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
G                             D
 Cause there's something in a Sunday
                        G
That makes a body feel alone
                             C
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
                               G
That's half as lonesome as the sound
                   D
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
                          G
And Sunday mornin' comin' down

[Verse 5]
       G            G7
In the park I saw a daddy
       C               D                G
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em                                  D
And listened to the songs they were singin'

[Verse 6]
       G               G7
Then I headed down the street
              C                      G
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
Em       C               D
  And it echoed thru the canyon
         Am           D               G
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
                    C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk

[Chorus]
                            G
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
                             D
Cause there's something in a Sunday
                        G
That makes a body feel alone
                             C
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
                               G
That's half as lonesome as the sound
                   D
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
                          G
And Sunday mornin' comin' down

小節

[Verse 1]
| G  | - | C | D |
| G  | - | - | - |
| Em | - | D | - |

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head,
that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert

[Verse 2]
| G | G7 | C  | - |
| G | -  | Em | - |
| C | D  | Am | D |
| - | -  |

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[Verse 3]
         | G | G7 |
| C  | D | G | -  |
| -  | - | - | -  |
| Em | - | D | -  |
| -  | - |

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kicking

[Verse 4]
         | G | G7 |
| C  | - | G | -  |
| Em | - | C | D  |
| Am | D | G | -  |
| -  | - | C | -  |
| -  | - |

Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere,
somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk

[Chorus]
        | G | - |
| - | - | D | - |
| - | - | G | - |
| - | - | C | - |
| - | - | G | - |
| - | - | D | - |
| - | - | G | - |
| - | - |

I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down

[Verse 5]
         | G | G7 |
| C  | D | G | -  |
| -  | - | - | -  |
| Em | - | D | -  |
| -  | - |

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'

[Verse 6]
         | G | G7 |
| C  | - | G | -  |
| Em | - | C | D  |
| Am | D | G | -  |
| -  | - | C | -  |
| -  | - |

Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed thru the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk

[Chorus]
        | G | - |
| - | - | D | - |
| - | - | G | - |
| - | - | C | - |
| - | - | G | - |
| - | - | D | - |
| - | - | G |

I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down

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