Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down(Live at the Philharmonic) - Kris Kristofferson

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 shaved my face and combed my hair
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs 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
'N caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cos 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
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song they were singin
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
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cos 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
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