Sunday Morning Coming Down

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Lynn Anderson - Country, Cover

Sunday Morning Coming Down

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Duration: 3:52

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[Verse 1] 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 skirt And I washed my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs to greet the day [Verse 2] Well, I smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs that I've been a-pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' At a can that he was kickin' Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken And it took me back to something That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way [Chorus] On a Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short of dying Half as lonely as the sound Of a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down [Verse 3] In the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl that he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the song that they were singing Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday [Chorus] On a Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short of dying Half as lonely as the sound Of a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down

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  • Kris Kristofferson