Sunday Morning Coming Down *[C] - Kris Krisofferson
[Verse 1]
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Well I woke up Sunday morning
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with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast
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wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert
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Then I fumble through my closet for
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my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
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and I shaved my face and combed my hair
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and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
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I'd smoked my brain the night before
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on cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
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cussin' at a can that he was kicking
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Then I crossed the empty street and caught
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the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
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and it took me back to somethin' that
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I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
[Chorus]
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On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks
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wishing Lord that I was stoned
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'cause there is something in a Sunday
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that makes a body feel alone
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And there's nothin' short of dyin'
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half as lonesome as the sound
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on the sleepin' city sidewalks
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Sunday mornin' comin' down
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In the park I saw a daddy with
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a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
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and listened to the song that they were singin'
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Then I headed back for home and
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somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
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and it echoed thru the canyon like
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the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
[Chorus]
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On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks
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wishing Lord that I was stoned
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'cause there is something in a Sunday
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that makes a body feel alone
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And there's nothin' short of dyin'
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half as lonesome as the sound
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on the sleepin' city sidewalks
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Sunday mornin' comin' down
[Outro]
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
Sunday Morning Coming Down * [C]Kris Krisofferson
Verse 1 Well I Cwoke up Sunday morning with no Fway to hold my head, that didn't Churt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't Ambad so I had one more for desGsert Then I Cfumble through my closet for my Fclothes and found my cleanest dirty CshirtCBAm and I Fshaved my face and combed my hair and Dmstumbled down the stairs to meet the Gday
I'd Csmoked my brain the night before on Fcigarettes and songs that I've been Cpickin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid Amcussin' at a can that he was Gkicking Then I Ccrossed the empty street and caught the FSunday smell of someone fryin' CchickenCBAm and it Ftook me back to Dmsomethin' that I'd Flost somehow Gsomewhere along the Cway
Chorus On the Sunday mornin' Fsidewalks wishing Lord that I was Cstoned 'cause there is something in a GSunday that makes a body feel aClone
And there's nothin' short of Fdyin' half as lonesome as the Csound on the sleepin' city Gsidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' Cdown
In the Cpark I saw a daddy with a Flaughing little girl who he was Cswingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and Amlistened to the song that they were Gsingin' Then I Cheaded back for home and somewhere Ffar away a lonely bell was Cringin'CBAm and it Fechoed thru the Dmcanyon like the Fdisappearing Gdreams of yesterCday.
Chorus On the Sunday mornin' Fsidewalks wishing Lord that I was Cstoned 'cause there is something in a GSunday that makes a body feel aClone
And there's nothin' short of Fdyin' half as lonesome as the Csound on the sleepin' city Gsidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' Cdown