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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.
Ifumbled in my

closet for my clothes,

And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
then iwashed my face and combed

my hair, stumbled down

the stairs to greet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night before,

with cigarettes and songs

that I'd been pickin'.
an I lit my first and

watched a small kid,

Cussin' at a can that he been kicking.
I crossed the empty street,

'n caught the Sunday smell

of someone cookin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',

I'd lost somewhere

somehow, along the way.
On the Sunday

morning sidewalk,

Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's just

something in a Sunday,

Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin'

short of dyin',

Half as lonesome as the sound,
Half as lonesome as the sound,
of a sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday mornin'

comin' down.
In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl

that he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday

school, And listened to the

songs that they were singin'.
I headed on toward home,

And somewhere far away

a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing

dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
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Title
Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Artist
Kris Kristofferson
Brand
Dream Catcher
(3 Other Versions)
Code
DCK53-06
Genres
contemporary folk, country, rock