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Play the karaoke of Sunday Morning Coming Down
Lyrics of Sunday Morning Coming Down
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 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 song
I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid playin' with a can that he was kickin'
Then I walked across the street and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
An' Lord it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cos there's somethin' in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone
An' there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk and sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
And on a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cos there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday mornin' comin' down
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as made famous by Johnny Cash
Original songwriter : Kristoffer Kristofferson
License courtesy of : EMI Music Publishing France
This title is a cover version of Sunday Morning Coming Down as made famous by Johnny Cash
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