Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down 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 desert
	then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes
	and found my cleanest dirty shirt
	then i washed my face and combed my hair
	and stumbled down the stair to meet the day
	i'd smoke my brain the night before
	with cigarettes and songs that i've been picking
	but i lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can
	that he was kicking
	then i crossed the empty street
	and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
	and it took me back to something
	that i'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
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	on the sunday morning sidewalk
	wishing lord that i was stoned
	cause there's something in a sunday
	makes a body feel alone
	and there's nothing short of dying
	half as lonesome as the sound
	on the sleepin' city sidewalk
	sunday morning coming down
	in the park i saw a daddy
	with a laughing little girl he was swinging
	and i stopped beside a sunday school and
	listened to the songs that they were singing
	then i headed back for home
	and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
	and it echoed through the canyons
	like a disappearing dream of yesterday
	on the sunday morning sidewalk
	wishing lord that i was stoned
	cause there's something in a sunday
	makes a body feel alone
	and there's nothing short of dying
	half as lonesome as the sound
	on the sleepin' city sidewalk
	sunday morning coming down
	du~~lo~~~~~
	......

	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 desert
	then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes
	and found my cleanest dirty shirt
	then i washed my face and combed my hair
	and stumbled down the stair to meet the day
	i' d smoke my brain the night before
	with cigarettes and songs that i' ve been picking
	but i lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can
	that he was kicking
	then i crossed the empty street
	and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
	and it took me back to something
	that i' d lost somehow somewhere along the way
	xiang feng yi yang zheng li zhi zuo
	on the sunday morning sidewalk
	wishing lord that i was stoned
	cause there' s something in a sunday
	makes a body feel alone
	and there' s nothing short of dying
	half as lonesome as the sound
	on the sleepin' city sidewalk
	sunday morning coming down
	in the park i saw a daddy
	with a laughing little girl he was swinging
	and i stopped beside a sunday school and
	listened to the songs that they were singing
	then i headed back for home
	and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
	and it echoed through the canyons
	like a disappearing dream of yesterday
	on the sunday morning sidewalk
	wishing lord that i was stoned
	cause there' s something in a sunday
	makes a body feel alone
	and there' s nothing short of dying
	half as lonesome as the sound
	on the sleepin' city sidewalk
	sunday morning coming down
	du lo
	......

	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 desert
	then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes
	and found my cleanest dirty shirt
	then i washed my face and combed my hair
	and stumbled down the stair to meet the day
	i' d smoke my brain the night before
	with cigarettes and songs that i' ve been picking
	but i lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can
	that he was kicking
	then i crossed the empty street
	and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
	and it took me back to something
	that i' d lost somehow somewhere along the way
	xiàng fēng yí yàng zhěng lǐ zhì zuò
	on the sunday morning sidewalk
	wishing lord that i was stoned
	cause there' s something in a sunday
	makes a body feel alone
	and there' s nothing short of dying
	half as lonesome as the sound
	on the sleepin' city sidewalk
	sunday morning coming down
	in the park i saw a daddy
	with a laughing little girl he was swinging
	and i stopped beside a sunday school and
	listened to the songs that they were singing
	then i headed back for home
	and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
	and it echoed through the canyons
	like a disappearing dream of yesterday
	on the sunday morning sidewalk
	wishing lord that i was stoned
	cause there' s something in a sunday
	makes a body feel alone
	and there' s nothing short of dying
	half as lonesome as the sound
	on the sleepin' city sidewalk
	sunday morning coming down
	du lo
	......

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