Sunday Morning Coming Down

Johnny Cash

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  S1:
  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 in my closet through 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
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  S2:
  I'd smoked my mind the night before 

  With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking 

  But I lit my first and watched the small kid 

  Playing with a can that he was kicking 

  Then I walked across the street 

  And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken  

  And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost 

  Somewhere, somehow along the way
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  R1:
  On a Sunday morning sidewalk 

  I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 

  'Cause there's something in a Sunday 

  That makes a body feel alone 

  And there's nothing short of dying 

  That's half as lonesome as the sound 

  Of the sleeping city sidewalk 

  And Sunday morning coming down
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  S3:
  In the park I saw a daddy 

  With a laughing little girl that he was swinging 

  And I stopped beside a Sunday school 

  And listened to the songs they were singing 

  Then I headed down the street 

  And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing  

  And it echoed through the canyon 

  Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
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  R1:
  On a Sunday morning sidewalk 

  I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 

  'Cause there's something in a Sunday 

  That makes a body feel alone 

  And there's nothing short of dying 

  That's half as lonesome as the sound 

  Of the sleeping city sidewalk 

  And Sunday morning coming down