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    Sunday Morning Coming Down

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    Sunday Morning Coming Down
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      About "Sunday Morning Coming Down"

      Lyrics for Roy Clark - "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
      For my clothes
      And found my cleanest dirty shirt
      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
      With cigarettes and songs
      That I've been 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 fryin chicken
      And it took me back to something
      That I'd lost somehow
      Somewhere along the way

      On the sunday morning sidewalk
      Wishing lord that I was stoned
      Cause there's something in a sunday
      That makes a body feel alone
      And there's nothing short of dying
      Half as lonesome as the sound
      On the sleeping city sidewalk
      Sunday morning coming down

      In the park I saw a daddy
      With a laughing little girl
      He was swingin
      And I stopped beside the 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 thru the canyon like
      The disappearing dreams of yesterday

      On the sunday morning sidewalk
      Wishing lord that I was stoned
      Cause therels something in a sunday
      That makes a body feel alone
      And there's nothing short of dying
      Half as lonesome as the sound
      On the sleeping city sidewalk
      Sunday morning coming down

      SONGWRITERS:
      KRISTOFFERSON, KRIS
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