SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN (Sunday Morning Sidewalk) VERSE 1:
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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
And the beer I had for breakfast
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Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert
VERSE 2:
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Then I fumble through my closet for
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My clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
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And I shaved my face and combed my hair
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And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
VERSE 3:
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I'd smoked my brain the night before
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And cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'
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But I lit my first and watched a small kid
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Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
VERSE 4:
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Then I crossed the empty street and caught
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The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin' that
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I'd lost somehow somewhere along away
CHORUS:
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On a Sunday mornin' sidewalks
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Wishing Lord that I was stoned
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'Cause there is 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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Half as lonesome as the sound
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On the sleepin' city sidewalks
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Sunday mornin' comin' down
VERSE 5:
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In the park, I saw a daddy with
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A laughing 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 song that they were singin'
VERSE 6:
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Then I headed back for home and
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Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
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And it echoed through the canyon like
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The disappearing dreams of yesterday.