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Ray Stevens – 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 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's frying chicken

And, Lord
It took me back to something
That I'd lost somewhere
Somehow along the way

(CHORUS)
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 of dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a 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 canyons like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday

(CHORUS)
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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's frying chicken And, Lord It took me back to something That I'd lost somewhere Somehow along the way (CHORUS) 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 of dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a 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 canyons like The disappearing dreams of yesterday (CHORUS) Explain Request ×



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