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    Tex, Don & Charlie / Lyrics

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    "Sunday Morning Coming Down" Lyrics

    Tex, Don & Charlie

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    Genre:Country, Ethnic/Folk
    Duration:00:04:42
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    This track was originally performed by Ray Stevens. It was written by Kris Kristofferson.

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    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
    With cigarettes and songs
    That I've been 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 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
    On the sleeping city sidewalk
    Sunday morning coming down

    In the park I saw a daddy
    With a laughing little girl
    He was swingin
    And I stopped beside the Sunday school
    And listened to the song
    That they were singing

    Then I headed back for home
    And somewhere far away
    A lonely bell was ringing
    And it echoed thru the canyon like
    The disappearing dreams of yesterday

    On the sunday morning sidewalk
    Wishing lord that I was stoned
    Cause therels something in a sunday
    That makes a body feel alone
    And there's nothing short of dying
    Half as lonesome as the sound
    On the sleeping city sidewalk
    Sunday morning coming down
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2013 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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