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Lyrics for Sunday Morning Coming Down by JOHNNY CASH:
| | | Artist: | JOHNNY CASH |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Sunday Morning Coming Down | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 65 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 in my closet
through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my
hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night
before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small
kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught
the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd
lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing,
Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel
alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the
sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a
daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday
school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And
somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the
disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that
I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And
there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city
sidewalk
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