Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down 
Kris Kristofferson 
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Well I woke up Sunday morning 
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With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt 
And the beer I had for breakfast 
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Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert 
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Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes 
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And found my cleanest dirty shirt 
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And I shaved my face and combed my hair 
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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 kicking 
Then I crossed the empty street 
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken. 
 
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And it took me back to somethin' 
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That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way 
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On the Sunday morning sidewalks 
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Wishing lord that I was stoned 
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'Cause there is something in a sunday 
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That makes a body feel alone 
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And there's nothin' short of dyin' 
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Half as lonesome as the sound 
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On the sleepin' city side walks 
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Sunday mornin' comin' down 
 
In the park I saw a daddy 
With a laughing little girl who 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 thru the canyon like 
The disappearing dreams of yesterday. 
 
On the Sunday morning sidewalks 
Wishing lord that I was stoned 
'Cause there is something in a sunday