David Allan Coe - Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
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Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'
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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
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And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
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So I had one more for desert
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Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
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And found my cleanest dirty shirt
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Then I shaved my face and combed my hair
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And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

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I’d smoked my mind the night before
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With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
So I lit my first and watched a small kid
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Cussin' at can that he was kickin'
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Then I crossed the street and caught
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The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
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And it took me back to something that
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I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.


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On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
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Wishin' Lord that I was stoned
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Cause there's 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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Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down.



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In the park I saw a daddy with a
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Laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
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And listened to the songs that they were singin'
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Then I headed down the street and somewhere
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Far away a lonely bell was ringin'
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And it echoed through the canyon
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Like a disappearing dreams of yesterday.


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