Sunday Morning Coming Down аккорды для гитары

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
                           
D7
  
Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert 
 
        
G
  
Then I fumbled in my closet through    
    
C
                                     
G
  
My clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt 
        
D7
  
Than I washed my face and combed my hair and   
                                      
G
  
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day  
  
I'd smoked my mind the night before    
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking 
But I lit my first and watched    
 
A
  small kid playing with a can that he was kicking 
  
Then I walked across the street    
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken 
And Lord it took me back to something    
That I lost somewhere somehow along the way 
  
Chorus:
                     
C
  
On a Sunday morning sidewalk   
                             
G
  
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 
                               
D7
  
Cause there's something in a Sunday   
                         
G
  
That makes a body feel alone 
 
                              
C
  
And there's nothing short of dieing   
                            
G
  
That's half as lonesome as the sound 
                      
D7
  
Of the sleeping city sidewalk   
                            
G
  
And Sunday morning coming down 
  
In the park I saw a Daddy    
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging 
And I stopped beside a Sunday school    
And listened to the songs they were singing 
 
Then I headed down the street    
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing 
And it echoed through the canyons    
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday 
  
Repeat chorus