מילים לשיר Sunday Morning Coming Down - Kris Kristofferson

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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 fumble through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that I've 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 and 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 mornin' sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that 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 laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that 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 Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...

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