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Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Comin` Down Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Comin` Down |
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Well, I Cwoke up in the morning
with no Fway to hold my head that didn't Churt;
And the Cbeer I had for breakfast was not Ambad,
so I had one more for deG7sert.
Then I Cfumbled through my closet for my Fclothes
and found my cleanest dirty Cshirt, Am
And I Fshaved my face and combed my hair
and Dmstumbled down the Dm7stair to meet the G7day.
I'd smoked my brain the night before
with cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin';
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
cussin' at a can the he was kickin';
The I crossed the empty street and caught
the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken;
And it Ftook me back to Dm7somethin' that I'd
Flost somehow G7somewhere along the Cway.
COn the Sunday mornin' Fsidewalks, wishin', Lord, that I was Cstoned,
'Cause there's something in a Gsunday Dm7makes a G7body fell aClone;
And there's nothin' short of Fdyin' half as lonesome as the Csound
on the sleeping city's G7sidewalks; Sunday mornin' comin' Cdown.
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl that 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.
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