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Sunday Morning Coming Down

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Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head That didn't hurt the beer I had for breakfast wasn't Bad so I had one more for dessert then I fumbled through my closet found my cleanest dirty shirt then I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I smoked my mind the night before With Mary Jane and songs that I was singin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing cussin' at a can that he was kickin' then I crossed an empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken it took me back to something that I lost somehow Somewhere along the way

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

In a park I saw a daddy laughing with a little girl
that He was swingin' I stopped beside a Sunday school listened to the songs That they were singing
Then I headed back for home somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringing it echoed through city canyons like disappearing dreams of yesterday

Songwriters: KRIS KRISTOFFERSON
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