Sunday Morning Coming Down por Johnny Cash, tablaturas e acordes no PlayUkuleleNET

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Biografia:

John Ray Cash, mais conhecido como Johnny Cash, (Kingsland, 26 de Fevereiro de 1932 — Nashville, 12 de Setembro de 2003) foi um cantor e compositor americano de música Country, conhecido por seus fãs como "O Homem de Preto". Em uma carreira que durou quase cinco décadas, ele foi para muitas pessoas a personificação do Country. Sua voz sepulcral e o distintivo som "boom chicka boom" de sua banda de apoio "Tennessee Two" podem ser reconhecidos instantaneamente por inúmeras pessoas.

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

And stumbled down the stairs

To meet the day

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

That I'd lost somehow
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Somewhere along the way

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

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

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

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