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Hank Snow - 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 desert
  • 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 stair to meet the day
  • I'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes
  • And songs that I'd been picking
  • But I lit my first and watched the small kid playing
  • With the can that he was kicking
  • Then I walked across the street
  • And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
  • Lord, it took me back to something
  • That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
  • On the Sunday morning sidewalk
  • I'm wishing Lord, that I was stoned
  • 'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
  • That makes a body feel alone
  • And there's nothin' sure to dying
  • That's half as lonesome as the sound
  • Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
  • And Sunday morning coming down
  • In the park I saw a daddy with the laughin' 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 dream of yesterday
  • On the Sunday morning sidewalk

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