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@LENGL SUNDAY MORNIN' COMIN' DOWN Words & Music by Kris Kristofferson Copyright EMI International rights secured @WALL rights reserved. Not for broadcast or @Wtransmission of any kind. @WDO NOT DUPLICATE. NOT FOR RENTAL.
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Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' 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 playin' with a can that he was kickin'.
Then I walked across the street and caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to somethin' that I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk, I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned,
'Cause there's somethin' 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 mornin' comin' down.
In the park, I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singin'.
Then I headed down the streets, and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons like a disappearin' dream of yesterday.
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk, I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned,
'Cause there's somethin' 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 mornin' comin' down.%+%+%+
