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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (Live) - Kris Kristofferson
Written by：Kristofferson Kris
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
An I washed my face combed my hair
An stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the song they were singing
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringing
And it took me back to something
That I'd lost somehow somewhere 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
There ain't nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday morning coming down