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Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Coming Down lyrics
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 dessert Then I fumbled through my closet, for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt... And I shaved my face and combed my hair, and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking But I lit my first, and watched a small kid cursing at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken And it took me back to something that I had lost somehow, somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was stoned Cause there is something in a Sunday, that makes a body feel alone And there is nothing short of dieing, half a lonesome as the sound, as the sleeping city sidewalks, Sunday morning coming down In the park I saw a daddy, with w laughing little girl who he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school, and listened to a song that they were singing Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was stoned Cause there is something in a Sunday, that makes a body feel alone And there is nothing short of dieing, half a lonesome as the sound, as the sleeping city sidewalks, Sunday morning coming down On the Sunday morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was stoned Cause there is something in a Sunday, that makes a body feel alone And there is nothing short of dieing, half a lonesome as the sound, as the sleeping city sidewalks, Sunday morning coming down |
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