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Kris Kristofferson
Sunday Morning Coming Down

[Verse 1]
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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[Verse 2]
I'd smoked my mind the night before
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kickin'
Then I walked across the street
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken, mm
Lord, it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way

[Chorus]
On the Sunday morning sidewalk (Sunday morning)
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned (Sunday morning)
'Cause there's something 'bout a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone (Sunday morning)
And there's nothin' short of dyin' (Sunday morning)
As half as lonesome as the sound, yeah (Sunday morning)
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down
(Sunday mornin' comin' down)
[Verse 3]
In the park, I saw a daddy
With a laughing 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 street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
On the Sunday morning sidewalks (Sunday morning)
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned (Sunday morning)
'Cause there's something 'bout a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone (Sunday morning)
And there's nothin' short of dyin' (Sunday morning)
As half as lonesome as the sound (Sunday morning)
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down
(Sunday mornin' comin' down)
Sunday mornin' comin' down
(Sunday mornin' comin' down)
Sunday mornin' comin' down
(Sunday mornin' comin' down)
Sunday mornin' comin' down
(Sunday mornin' comin' down)
Sunday mornin' comin' down
(Sunday mornin' comin' down)
Sunday mornin' comin' down
(Sunday mornin' comin' down)
Sunday mornin' comin' down
(Sunday mornin' comin' down)
(Sunday mornin' comin' down)