WILLIE NELSON lyrics : "Sunday Morning Coming Down"
didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wadn't bad so I had one
more for desert
Then I fumbled through my closet for 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
I'd smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes and
songs that I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin' at the
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 something that I'd lost somewhere
somehow along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel
alone
And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the
sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy with the laughin' little girl
that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs
they were singing
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
On the Sunday morning sidewalk...
[ guitar ]
On the Sunday morning sidewalk...
[ guitar ]
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