Аккорды Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Coming Down

[Verse 1]

        G
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
        C                         G
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt

and the beer I had for breakfast
             Em                       D
wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert

[Verse 2]

       G
Then I fumbled through my closet for
                                  C           G
my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
                          Em
and I shaved my face and combed my hair
                                  D
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[Verse 3]

       G
I'd smoked my brain the night before
        C                                         G
with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'
                               Em
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
                               D
cussin' at a can that he was kicking

[Verse 4]

       G
Then I crossed the empty street and caught
       C                              G
the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

and it took me back to somethin' that
      Em                             D
I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

[Chorus]

                     C
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
                        G
wishing Lord that I was stoned
                                D
'cause there is something in a Sunday
                        G
that makes a body feel alone

                             C
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
                         G
half as lonesome as the sound
                    D
of a sleepin' city sidewalk
                       G
Sunday mornin' comin' down

[Verse 5]

      G
In the park I saw a daddy with
      C                   G
a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
                        Em
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
                                        D
and listened to the song that they were singin'

[Verse 6]

       G
Then I headed back for home and
       C                              G
somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
                          Em
and it echoed thru the canyon like
                           D
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Alternative chords

[Verse]

 C
Well I woke up Sunday morning
        F                                 C
with no way to hold my head that it didn't hurt
                                          Am
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
                          G     G7    C    G7
so I had one more for dessert
            C
Then I fumbled through my closet
            F                                C     Am
for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
            F               G7
and I shaved my face and I combed my hair and
      F                              G7
stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[Verse]

      C
I smoked my brain the night before
            F                             C
with cigarettes and songs that I had been pickin'
       C
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
 Am                           G     G7    C    G7
cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
         C
And I crossed the empty street
                  F                             C     Am
and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
            F                 G7
And it took me back to somethin'
            F                G7          C
that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way

[Chorus]

                        F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
                        C
wishin' Lord that I was stoned
                              G7
'cause there's somethin' in Sunday
                        C     C7
that makes a body feel alone
                              F
and there's nothing short of dyin'
                        C
half as lonesome as the sound
                        G     G7    F
of a sleepin' city sidewalk
            G7          C
Sunday mornin' comin' down

[Verse]

In the park I saw a daddy
            F                             C
with a laughing little girl that he was swingin'

and I stopped beside a Sunday school
      Am                                  G     G7    C    G7
and listened to the songs that they were singin'
      C
and I headed back for home
                  F                       C     Am
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
        F                     G7
and it echoed through the canyon
            F           G7          C
like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

[Chorus]

                        F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
                        C
wishin' Lord that I was stoned
                              G7
'cause there's somethin' in Sunday
                        C     C7
that makes a body feel alone
                              F
and there's nothing short of dyin'
                        C
half as lonesome as the sound
                        G     G7    F
of a sleepin' city sidewalk
            G7          C
Sunday mornin' comin' down

                        F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
                        C
wishin' Lord that I was stoned
                              G7
'cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
                   C     C7
makes a body feel alone
                              F
and there's nothing short of dyin'
                        C
half as lonesome as the sound
                        G     G7    F
of a sleepin' city sidewalk
            G7          C
Sunday mornin' comin' down