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The Best Of 1970 Finale

LPD Private F-1970
1970

Cover image of The Best Of 1970 Finale

1.

Johnny CashSunday Morning Coming Down

Kris Kristofferson

© Combine Music, BMI

Well I woke up Sunday mornin'
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 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 stairs to meet the day

I'd smoke my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with the can that he was kickin'
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
And Lord it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way

On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' sure to dyin' that's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk...

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