Accordi e testo completo di "Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down" di Kris Kristofferson per chitarra. Tonalità: LA. Accordi principali: LA, RE, FA#m, MI, SIm, MI7. Spartito con accordi sopra il testo, trasponibile su Strimpello.

Tonalità

LA

Accordi

LA, RE, FA#m, MI, SIm, MI7

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Gli accordi usati in "Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down" di Kris Kristofferson sono: LA, RE, FA#m, MI, SIm, MI7. Tonalità: LA.
In che tonalità è Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down?
"Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down" di Kris Kristofferson è in tonalità LA.
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"Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down" è interpretata da Kris Kristofferson.

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Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down
Kris Kristofferson
Key: LA
Intro:

LA

        LA
Well, I woke up Sunday morning

        RE                              LA
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

                                        FA#m
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad

                        MI
So I had one more for dessert

       LA                               RE
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes

                            LA     FA#m
And found my cleanest dirty shirt

      RE                        
And I washed my face and combed my hair

   SIm                                   MI
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

    LA                          
I'd smoked my brain the night before

  RE                                  LA
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

FA#m                         MI7
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking

       LA
Then I crossed the empty street

               RE
And caught the Sunday smell 

                 LA         FA#m
of someone fryin' chicken

       RE              SIm
And it took me back to somethin

              RE       MI7                 LA
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way

                      RE
On the Sunday morning sidewalk

                          LA
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned

                              MI
'Cause there's something in a Sunday

MI7                 LA
 Makes a body feel alone

                             RE
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'

                        LA
Half as lonesome as the sound

                     MI
On the sleepin' city sidewalks

MI7                    LA
 Sunday mornin' comin' down

       LA
In the park I saw a daddy

       RE                              LA
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

FA#m                           MI
Listened to the song they were singin'

       LA
Then I headed back for home

              RE
And somewhere far away 

                    LA       FA#m
a lonesome bell was ringin'

       RE                 SIm
And it echoed through the canyons

         RE           MI          LA
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

                      RE
On the Sunday morning sidewalk

                          LA
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned

                              MI
'Cause there's something in a Sunday

MI7                 LA
 Makes a body feel alone

                             RE
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'

                        LA
Half as lonesome as the sound

                     MI
On the sleepin' city sidewalks

MI7                    LA
 Sunday mornin' comin' down...

RE      LA      MI   MI7   LA

Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

Kris Kristofferson · Key LA

Intro:
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
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell
of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the song they were singin'
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away
a lonesome bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down...

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