Nat Stuckey Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics

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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 fumbled thru my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

Well I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin' that I've lost somehow somewhere along the way

On this Sunday morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dying, half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk - Sunday mornin' coming down

In the park I saw a Daddy laughin' with his little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On this Sunday morning sidewalk.........

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