By: Kris Kristofferson
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Recorded by J.R. Cash on: 7/10/70
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Number one - Country Charts; Number 46 - Pop Charts
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Number 43 - Top 100 Country Hits of All-Time
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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
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And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
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So I had one more for dessert.
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Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
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And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
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Then I washed 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 mind the night before
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With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
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But I lit my first and watched a small kid
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Playin' with a can that he was kicking
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Then I walked across the street
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And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
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And it took me back to somethin'
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That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
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Chorus:
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On a Sunday morning sidewalk
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I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
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'Cause there's 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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That's half as lonesome as the sound
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Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
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And Sunday mornin' comin' down.
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In the park I saw a daddy
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With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
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And I stopped beside a Sunday school
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And listened to the songs they were singin'
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Then I headed down the street
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And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
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And it echoed thru the canyon
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Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
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Repeat Chorus
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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
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| Johnny Cash |
