Sunday Morning Coming Down

[00:05.23] Well I woke up Sunday mornin', with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
[00:13.66] And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more, for dessert
[00:22.06] Then I fumbled through my closet, for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
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[00:33.01] And I shaved my face and combed my hair and, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
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[00:44.29] I'd smoked my brain the night before on, cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
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[00:55.43] But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can, that he was kickin'
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[01:06.62] Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[01:17.48] And it took me back to somethin', that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
[01:27.52] On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
[01:38.43] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
[01:49.54] And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound
[02:00.93] On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down
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[02:13.59] In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
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[02:24.69] And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'
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[02:35.99] Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
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[02:46.96] And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[02:56.76] On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
[03:07.83] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
[03:18.84] And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound
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[03:41.24] On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down
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