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Lyrics for 'Sunday Mornin Comin Down' by '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
Or I Smoked So Much The Night Before
With Cigarettes And Songs That I've Been Pickin'
My Mouth Was Like An Ashtray I'd Been Lickin'
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
Chorus:
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.
Chorus:
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.
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