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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
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 kicking
Then I walked

across the street
And caught the
Sunday smell

of someone
fryin' chicken
And it took me back
to somethin'
that I'd lost somewhere
somehow along the way
0n the 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 nothin'

short of dyin'
That's 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'
Then I headed
down the street

and somewhere
far away a lonely hell
was ringin'
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 nothin'

short of dyin'
Of a sleepin'

city sidewalk
Sunday mornin'

comin' down
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Title
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Artist
Johnny Cash
Brand
Sunfly
(20 Other Versions)
Code
SFKK42-13
Genres
arkansas country, outlaw country, rock, country
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