This song was writen by Kris Kristofferson and later proformed by Johnny Cash
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Well, i woke up sunday morning
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With no wave apon my head that didn't hurt
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And the beer i had for breakfast wosen't bad
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So I had one for desert
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Then I stumbled to the closet and I
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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
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I'd smoked my mind the night before
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With cigarettes and songs I'd 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
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Then I crossed the empty street
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And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
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And it took me back to somethin'
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That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
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On the Sunday morning sidewalk
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Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
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'Cos there's something in a Sunday
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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.
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In the park I saw a daddy
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With a laughin' 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 they were singin'
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Then I headed back for home
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And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
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And it echoed through the canyons
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Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
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On the Sunday morning sidewalk
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Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
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'Cos there's something in a Sunday
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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.
