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nday Mornin'
Coming Down
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 pickin'
But I lit my first
and watched a small

kid playin' with a can
that he was kickin'
Then I walked
across the street

And caught the Sunday smell
of someone fryin' chicken
Lord it took me back
to somethin'

that I'd lost somewhere
somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
An' I'm wishin' Lord

that l was stoned
'Cause there's somethin'
in a Sunday

that makes a body
feel alone
An' there's nothin'
short of dyin'

That's half as lonesome
as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And 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 song
they were singin'
Then I headed
down the street

And somewhere far away
a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through
the canyon

Like the disappearin'
dreams of yesterday
And on a Sunday
mornin' sidewalk

I'm wishin' Lord
that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin'
in a Sunday

That makes a body
feel alone
And there's nothin'
short of dyin'

That's half as lonesome
as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
and Sunday mornin'

comin' down
nday Mornin'
Coming Down
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Title
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Artist
Johnny Cash
Brand
Legends
(20 Other Versions)
Code
LG245-09
Genres
arkansas country, outlaw country, rock, country