SUNDAY MORNING COMIN' DOWN         Kris Kristofferson

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Well, I woke up in the morning 
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with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt;
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And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, 
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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 stair to meet the day.


I'd smoked my brain the night before 
with cigarettes and songs that I'd 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 somethin' that I'd 
lost somehow somewhere along the way.


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On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks, wishin', Lord, that I was stoned,
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'Cause there's something in a sunday makes a body feel alone;
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And there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound
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on the sleeping city's sidewalks; Sunday mornin' comin' down.



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 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.

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