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COVER: Sunday Mornin Comin Down
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All songs, except those with the word "COVER" in the title, are written, performed, recorded, mixed, mastered, produced and copyrighted by me. Cover songs are performed, recorded, produced and mastered by me. Songs are listed newest to oldest, top to bottom. Visit my youtube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/ZeeWangotango
Song Info
Genre
Country • Cover Songs
Charts
Peak #118
Peak in subgenre #10
Author
Kris Kristofferson
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Kris Kristofferson
Uploaded
February 03, 2012
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MP3 9.5 MB • 320 kbps • 4:10
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Well I woke up Sunday mornin with no way to hold my head that didnt 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 stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I had smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin But I lit my first and watched a small boy cussin at a can that he'd been kickin I crossed the empty street, caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin chicken And it took me back to somethin that I lost somewhere, somehow along the way On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing the Lord that I was stoned Cause there's somethin bout a Sunday that makes your body feel alone Oh and there ain't nothin short of dyin half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin city sidewalk, Sunday mornin comin down In the park I saw a daddy with a laughin little girl that he was swingin And I stopped beside the Sunday school, listened to the songs that they were singin Then I headed down the road, somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin And it echoed through the canyons, like a disappearing dream of yesterday On a Sunday morning sidewalk, oh I'm wishing the Lord that I was stoned Cause theres something bout a Sunday that'll make your body feel alone Oh and there ain't nothin short of dyin half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin city sidewalk Sunday mornin comin down
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