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Kris Kristofferson( Kristoffer 'Kris' Kristofferson )
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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Lyricist:Kris Kristofferson
Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' 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 desert
Then I fumbled through my closet for 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
I'd smoke my brain the night before On cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin' at the can that he's kickin'
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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin', Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday makes a body feel alone And there ain't nothin' sure to, dyin' half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleepin' city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy With the laughin' little girl, 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 through the canyons Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin', Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' sure to dyin', half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleepin' city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down
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