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14. Sunday morning coming down

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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, found my cleanest dirty shirt.

And I washed 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 picking.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

cussing at a can he was kicking.

Then I crossed the empty street and caught

the sunday smell of someone frying chicken.

And it took me back to something

that I'd lost somehow some where along away.

On a sunday morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was stoned, 'cause there is something in a sunday makes a body feel alone. There ain't nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound of the sleeping city sidewalk, sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy

with a laughing little girl he was swinging.

And I stopped beside a sunday school,

listened to the song that they where singing.

Then I headed back for home and somewhere

far away a lonesome bell was ringing.

And it echoed through the canyon

like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a sunday morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was stoned, 'cause there is something in a sunday makes a body feel alone. There ain't nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound of the sleeping city sidewalk, sunday morning coming down.

o  There ain't nothing short of dying o  half as lonesome as the sound o  of the sleeping city sidewalk, o  sunday morning coming down.

"mhmh"

Gesang:	Achim
Instrumente:	Achim
Arrangement:	Achim Bahrenberg
Aufnahme, Bearbeitung, Studio- und Mastermix:	TSDG1

&    Kris Kristofferson ('Sunday morning comin' down')

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