Sunday Morning Coming Down  

by Johnny Cash

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Well I woke up Sunday morning   

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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

And the beer I had for breakfast   

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Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert

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Then I fumbled in my closet through   

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my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt

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Than I washed my face and combed my hair and  

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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 lost somewhere somehow along the way

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On a Sunday morning sidewalk  

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I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned

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Cause there's something in a Sunday  

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That makes a body feel alone

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And there's nothing short of dieing  

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That's half as lonesome as the sound

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Of the sleeping city sidewalk  

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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 canyons   

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

repeat chorus