Luke Wooten, Kris Kristofferson, Brent Mason, Sonya Isaacs, Mica Roberts, Jimmy Carter, Evan Hutchings, Justin Williamson, Tim Galloway, Austin Stanley, Gideon Klein, Randle Currie, Wes Hightower, Charlotte Richie and Melodie Crittendon - Sunday Morning Coming Down

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 through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
I shaved my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stair to meet the day

Well I'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs I'd been a picking
And I lit my first and watched the small kid cussing at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to something I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying that's half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying that's half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down

Written by:
Kris Kristofferson

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