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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down - Kris Kristofferson
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

It's the one I'm wearin'
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 kicking

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

On the Sunday morning sidewalks

Wishing Lord that I was stoned

'Cause there is something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city side walks

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

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city side walks

Sunday mornin' comin' down