Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

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John R. "Johnny" Cash (February 26, 1932 – September 12, 2003), was an American singer-songwriter, actor, and author, who has been called one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century. Although he is primarily remembered as a country music icon, his songs and sound spanned many other genres including rockabilly and rock and roll—especially early in his career—as well as blues, folk, and gospel. This crossover appeal led to Cash being inducted in the Country Music Hall of Fame, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and Gospel Music Hall of Fame. more »

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 

I'd smoked my mind the night before 
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking 
But I lit my first and watched a small kid 
Playing with a can that he was kicking 

Then I walked across the street 
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken 
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost 
Somewhere, somehow along the way 

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 a' dying 
That's half as lonesome as the sound 
Of the sleeping city sidewalk 
And Sunday morning coming down 

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 

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 a' dying 
That's half as lonesome as the sound 
Of the sleeping city sidewalk 
And Sunday morning coming down

Written by: KRIS KRISTOFFERSON

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