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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Theuns Jordaan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kris Kristofferson
Songwriter
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
[Verse 2]
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I shaved my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Verse 3]
I'd smoked my brain the night before on
Cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking
But I left my thirst and watched a small kid cursing
At a can that he was kicking
[Verse 4]
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to something
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
[Verse 5]
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
[Verse 6]
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday morning, coming down
[Verse 7]
In the park, I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swinging
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singing
[Verse 8]
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away, a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[Verse 9]
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
[Verse 10]
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday morning, coming down
[Verse 11]
On that sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday morning, coming down
Sunday morning, coming down
Written by: Kris Kristofferson