Sunday Morning Coming Down Misc. Country and Western
SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN 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 Through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt And I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day Well I smokes my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I'd been a'pickin' Then I lit my first and watched a small boy Cussin' at a can that he was kicking 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 home Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short of dying Half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down In the park I see a daddy With a laughing little girl that he was a'swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs that they were singing Then I headed back for home And somewhere for away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
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