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Kris Kristofferson - Sunday morning coming down (1970)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kris Kristofferson
Kris Kristofferson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kris Kristofferson
Kris Kristofferson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fred Foster
Fred Foster
Producer
Tommy Strong
Tommy Strong
Engineer
Joseph M. Palmaccio
Joseph M. Palmaccio
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[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 through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Verse 2]
I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
[Chorus]
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
[Verse 3]
In the park, I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singing
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away, a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[Chorus]
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
Written by: Kris Kristofferson

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