Sunday Mornin Comin Down
Well I woke up sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didnt hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast
Wasnt bad so I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Its the one Im wearin
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Id smoked my brain the night before
Or I smoked so much the night before
With cigarettes and songs that Ive been pickin
My mouth was like an ashtray Id 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 Id 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 theres 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 theres nothin short of dyin
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin city side walks
Sunday mornin comin down.
song performed by Kris Kristofferson
Added by Lucian Velea
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