Sunday Morning Coming Down by Johnny Cash, tabs and chords at PlayUkuleleNET

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Biography:

Johnny Cash (born J.R. Cash; February 26, 1932 – September 12, 2003) was an American singer-songwriter, guitarist, actor, and author. He is one of the best-selling music artists of all time, having sold more than 90 million records worldwide. Although primarily remembered as a country music icon, his genre-spanning songs and sound embraced rock and roll, rockabilly, blues, folk, and gospel.

Cash was known for his deep, calm bass-baritone voice

Read more on Last.fm

Other songs:

Share this tab

Four years of hard work!

This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!

Alternatives for this artist

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

And stumbled down the stairs

To meet the day

A
I'd smoked my mind the night before
D E
With cigarettes and songs
A
That I'd been pickin'
A
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
F#m E
Playin' with a can that he was kickin'
A
Then I crossed the empty street and
D
Caught the sunday smell
A F#m
Of someone fryin' chicken
D
And it took me back to something

That I'd lost somehow
E A
Somewhere along the way

A D
On the sunday morning sidewalk
A F#m
Wishing lord that I was stoned
E
Cause there's something in a sunday
A
That makes a body feel alone
D
And there's nothing short of dying
A F#m
Half as lonesome as the sound
E
On the sleeping city sidewalk
A
Sunday morning coming down

A
In the park I saw a daddy
D E
With a laughing little girl
A
He was swingin'
A
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
F#m
And listened to the song
E
That they were singing
A
Then I headed back for home
D
And somewhere far away
A F#m
A lonely bell was ringing
D
And it echoed though the canyon like
E A
The disappearing dreams of yesterday

A D
On the sunday morning sidewalk
A F#m
Wishing lord that I was stoned
E
Cause there's something in a sunday
A
That makes a body feel alone
D
And there's nothing short of dying
A F#m
Half as lonesome as the sound
E
On the sleeping city sidewalk
A
Sunday morning coming down

Found 5 tutorials for you.