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Sunday Morning Coming Down

Ricus Nel15 Sep 2014

Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics

Sunday Morning Coming Down - Ricus Nel

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 through my closet for my clothes

 

And found my cleanest dirty shirt

 

An' I washed my face combed my hair

 

An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

 

I'd smoked my brain the night before

 

On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'

 

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Cussin' at a can that he was kicking

 

Then I crossed the empty street

 

An' caught the Sunday smell

 

Of someone fryin' chicken

 

And it took me back to somethin'

 

That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk

 

Wishing Lord that I was stoned

 

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

 

Makes a body feel alone

 

There ain't nothin' short of dyin'

 

Half as lonesome as the sound

 

On the sleepin' city sidewalks

 

Sunday mornin' comin' down

 

In the park I saw a daddy

 

With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'

 

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

Listened to the song they were singin'

 

Then I headed back for home

 

And somewhere far away

A lonesome bell was ringin'

 

And it echoed through the canyons

 

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk

 

Wishing Lord that I was stoned

 

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

 

Makes a body feel alone

 

There ain't nothin' short of dyin'

 

Half as lonesome as the sound

 

On the sleepin' city sidewalks

 

Sunday mornin' comin' down

 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk

 

Sunday mornin' comin' down

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***