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Sunday Morning' Comin' Down lyrics by Kris Kristofferson

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 desert

Then I fumbled through my closet for 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 smoke my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'
And I lit my first and watched the small kid
Cussin' at the can that he's kickin'

Then I crossed the empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone

There ain't nothing sure to dying half
As lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy
With the laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singin'

Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
On the Sunday morning sidewalk

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