Randy Travis - Sunday Morning Coming Down lyrics

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Well I woke up Sunday mornin', with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

& 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 & found my cleanest dirty shirt

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

I'd smoked my brain the night befo' on, cigarettes & songs that I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first & watched a small kid cussin' at a can, that he was kickin'

Then I crossed the empty street & caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

& it took me back to somethin', that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned

cuz there's somethin' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone

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

On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughin' lil girl who he was swingin'

& I stopped beside a Sunday school & listened to the song that they were singin'

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

& it echoed through the canyons like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks, wishing Lord, that I was stoned

Cuz there's somethin' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone

& there's nothin' short of dying, half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday morning comin' down