Sunday Morning Coming Down

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[Verse 1]
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Well I woke up Sunday morning
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with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt

and the beer I had for breakfast
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wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert

[Verse 2]
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Then I fumble through my closet for
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my clothes and 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

[Verse 3]
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I'd smoked my brain the night before
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on cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'

but I lit my first and watched a small kid
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cussin' at a can that he was kicking

[Verse 4]
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Then I crossed the empty street and caught
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the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
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and it took me back to somethin' that
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I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

[Chorus]
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On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks
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wishing Lord that I was stoned
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'cause there is something in a Sunday
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that 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

[Verse 5]
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In the park I saw a daddy with
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a laughing little girl who he was swingin'

and I stopped beside a Sunday school
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and listened to the song that they were singin'

[Verse 6]
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Then I headed back for home and
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somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
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and it echoed thru the canyon like
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the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

[Chorus]
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On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks
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wishing Lord that I was stoned
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'cause there is something in a Sunday
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that 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

[Outro]
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...