Accordi e testo completo di "Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down" di Johnny Cash per chitarra. Tonalità: LAb. Accordi principali: MIb7, LAb, REb, MIb, FAm, LAb7, SIbm, MIb/SOL. Spartito con accordi sopra il testo, trasponibile su Strimpello.

Tonalità

LAb

Accordi

MIb7, LAb, REb, MIb, FAm, LAb7, SIbm, MIb/SOL

Domande frequenti

Quali sono gli accordi di Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down di Johnny Cash?
Gli accordi usati in "Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down" di Johnny Cash sono: MIb7, LAb, REb, MIb, FAm, LAb7, SIbm, MIb/SOL. Tonalità: LAb.
In che tonalità è Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down?
"Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down" di Johnny Cash è in tonalità LAb.
Dove trovo il testo e gli accordi di Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down?
Testo e accordi completi di "Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down" sono su Strimpello: https://strimpello.com/song/sunday-mornin-comin-down.
Chi canta Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down?
"Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down" è interpretata da Johnny Cash.

Spartito completo

Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down
Johnny Cash
Key: LAb
MIb7             LAb
 Well, I woke up Sunday morning

        REb            MIb              LAb
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

                                        FAm
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad

                        MIb7
So I had one more for dessert

       LAb           LAb7              REb
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes

                            LAb    FAm
And found my cleanest dirty shirt

       REb                MIb
Then I washed my face and combed my hair

SIbm                  MIb7
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

    LAb                LAb7
I'd smoked my mind the night before

REb                 MIb7           LAb
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

FAm                             MIb7
 Playing with a can that he was kicking

       LAb               LAb7
Then I walked across the street

               REb
And caught the Sunday smell 

             LAb              MIb/SOL FAm
of someone's fryin' chicken

            REb             MIb              SIbm
And Lord it took me back to something that I lost

           MIb7              LAb
Somewhere, somehow along the way

     LAb            REb
On a Sunday morning sidewalk

                              LAb
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned

                              MIb7
'Cause there's something in a Sunday

                        LAb
That makes a body feel alone

                             REb
And there's nothin' short of dyin'

                               LAb    
That's half as lonesome as the sound

                     MIb7
Of the sleeping city sidewalks

                          LAb
And Sunday morning coming down

       LAb          LAb7
In the park I saw a daddy

       REb             MIb7             LAb
With a laughin' little girl that he was swinging

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

FAm                                 MIb7
And listened to the songs they were singing

       LAb             LAb7
Then I headed down the street

              REb                        
And somewhere far away, 

                  LAb      MIb/SOL FAm
a lonely bell was ringing

       REb                MIb
And it echoed through the canyons

       SIbm         MIb7        LAb
Like a disappearing dreams of yesterday

                    REb
On a Sunday morning sidewalk

                              LAb
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned

                              MIb7
'Cause there's something in a Sunday

                        LAb
That makes a body feel alone

                             REb
And there's nothin' short of dyin'

                               LAb
That's half as lonesome as the sound

                     MIb7
Of the sleepin' city sidewalks

                          LAb
And Sunday morning coming down

Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

Johnny Cash · Key LAb

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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
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's fryin' chicken
And Lord it took me back to something that I lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalks
And Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' 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 a disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalks
And Sunday morning coming down

Spartito importato da fonte pubblica · originale ·

Altro di Johnny Cash

Key0
Capo
Text100%
View
Scroll0.80x