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Sunday Morning Coming Down
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Beautiful old Johnny Cash song, written by Kris Kristofferson.
easy listening oldies smooth instrumentals
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Easy Listening, Oldies, Smooth Instrumentals, most Musical Generes.
MYSTIC DREAMER - ALL INSTRUMENTALS, ALL THE TIME! Just spent three weeks in the hospital (mid January). My heart stopped 4 times, twice at home, once in the ambulance and once at the hospital. I am lucky to have a nurse/wife who kept me alive with CPR. Home now but tired. Going in for an Angiogram in February and a possible pacemaker. PLEASE! Still need the real title to my posted "Unknown Bruce Springsteen". I cannot find the title to this old Bruce hit. If you know it, PLEASE e-mail me with it so I can check to see how close I came, or if I have to "revise" it! I did it from a vague memory of the tune. Recently posted an old Roy Orbison hit titled "Shahdaroba" as well as my personal favorite "Palisades Park" an old Freddie Cannon Song. I also posted "Time To Say Goodbye", a pretty orchestration of a truly beautiful song. Will post two new ones I recently wrote soon! Hopefully I will have more time to devote to my music than I did this summer Like to discuss/talk music? Contact "Frankoid111@aol.com" Love to all! Frank On Music page, please note that an asterisk * after a song title denotes an original composition. For a playlist of all my albums, see "Lyrics" on "Outer Limit".
Song Info
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#2,029 in subgenre Peak #67
Charts
Peak #205
Author
Kris Kristofferson
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no
Uploaded
December 28, 2007
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MP3 3.4 MB 96 kbps 4:57
Lyrics
Sunday Morning Coming Down Verse 1 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 Verse 2 I'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playin' with a can that he was kicking Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way Chorus 1 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 nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' down Verse 3 In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin' Then I headed down the street And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday Chorus 2 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 nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' down
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Tammy Swindell
Jan 29, 2008
This one is beautiful, Frank..I could hear your music played in a grocery store, or a mall. :)