Sunday Morning Coming Down lyrics

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JOHNNY CASH Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics
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.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I`d smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I`d been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I`d lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I`m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
`Cause there`s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there`s nothing short a` dying
That`s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I`m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
`Cause there`s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there`s nothing short a` dying
That`s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.



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Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

Songwriters: KRISTOFFERSON, KRIS

Album: Men of Country: Triple Feature




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