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Well I woke up Sunday morningWith no way to hold my headThat didn't hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn'tBad so I had one more for dessertThen I fumbled through my closetFor my clothesAnd found my cleanest dirty shirtAnd I shaved my faceAnd combed my hairAnd stumbled down the stairsTo meet the dayI'd smoked my brain the night beforeWith cigarettes and songsThat I've been pickin'But I lit my first and watched a small kidCussin' at a can that he was kickinThen I crossed the empty street andCaught the sunday smellSongtexteOf someone fryin chickenAnd it took me back to somethingThat I'd lost somehowSomewhere along the wayOn the sunday morning sidewalkWishing lord that I was stonedCause there's something in a sundayThat makes a body feel aloneAnd there's nothing short of dyingHalf as lonesome as the soundOn the sleeping city sidewalkSunday morning coming downIn the park I saw a daddyWith a laughing little girlHe was swinginAnd I stopped beside the Sunday schoolAnd listened to the songThat they were singingThen I headed back for homeAnd somewhere far awayA lonely bell was ringingAnd it echoed thru the canyon likeThe disappearing dreams of yesterdayOn the sunday morning sidewalkWishing lord that I was stonedCause therels something in a sundayThat makes a body feel aloneAnd there's nothing short of dyingHalf as lonesome as the soundOn the sleeping city sidewalkSunday morning coming down
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"Sunday Morning Coming Down" as written by Kris Kristofferson
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