Date: 11/11/96; 5:20:59 PM
From: [email protected] (Dierk Queren)
Subject: Countrysongs
Sunday morning comming down
Johny Cash
1.
Well , I [C]woke up Sunday morning ,
With no [F]way to hold my head, that didn«t [C]hurt
And the [C]beer i had for breakfast ,
Wasn«t [Am]bad, so I had one more for des-[G7]-sert
Than I [C]thumbled through my closet ,
For my [F]clothes, found my cleanest, dirty [C]hirt
Than I [G7]washed my face and combed my hair,
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
2.
Well I smoked my brain the night befor ,
With cigarets and songs that we been picking
And I lit my first and stopped to watch ,
A small kid with a can that he was kicking
Than I crossed an empty street ,
And caught the Sunday-smell of someone«s frying chicken
And it took me back to something ,
That I lost somewhere somehow along the way
Ref:
On a Sunday morning [F]sidewalk,
Wishing Lord that I was [C]stoned
Cause there is something in a [G7]Sunday,
That makes somebody feel a-[C]-lone
And it«s nothing shure but [F]dieing,
Half as lone some as the [C]sound
Of a sleeping city [G7]sidewalk,
When Sunday morning coming [C]down
3.
In a park I saw a Daddy ,
With a laughing little girl he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school ,
And listened to the songs that they were singing
Than I hadded back for home ,
And some whrer far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed to the canyons ,
Like the dissapearing dreames of yesterday
Ref:
On a Sunday morning sidewalk ….
It«s the first song, that I write to you from germany.
D. Queren ([email protected])
