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    "Sunday Morning Coming Down" Lyrics

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    Sunday Morning Coming Down
    (Kris Kristofferson)

    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.

    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 stair to meet the day.

    Well, I'd smoke my brain the night before
    With cigarette and songs that I'd been a pickin'
    But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin'
    At a can that he was 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 mornin' sidewalk wishin'
    Lord, that I was stoned
    'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
    Makes a body feel alone.

    And there's nothin' short of dyin'
    Half as lonesome as a sound
    On the sleeping city sidewalk
    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 song that they were singin'.

    Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away
    A lonely bell was ringin'
    And it echoed through the canyon
    Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday.

    On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin'
    Lord that I was stoned
    'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
    Makes a body feel alone.

    And there's nothin' short of dyin'
    Half as lonesome as a sound
    On the sleeping city sidewalk
    Sunday mornin' comin' down...
    This song was submitted on July 20th, 2009 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Kris Kristofferson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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