Karaoke Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Kris Kristofferson

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 shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs and 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 sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned

'Cos there's something in a sunday makes a body feel alone

And there's 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 and listened to the song that they were singin'

Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned

'Cos there's something in a sunday

Makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalks sunday mornin' comin' down

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