Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (live) Lyrics - The Greatest: The Number Ones - Johnny Cash

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 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. 

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I'd smoked my mind the night before 

With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' 

But I lit my first and watched a small kid 

Playin' with a can that he was kicking 

Then I walked across the street 

And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken 

And it took me back to somethin' 

That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way. 

On a Sunday morning sidewalk 

I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 

'Cause there's something in a Sunday 

That makes a body feel alone. 

And there's nothin' short of dyin' 

That's half as lonesome as the sound 

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk 

And Sunday mornin' comin' down. 

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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 songs they were singin' 

Then I headed down the street 

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' 

And it echoed thru the canyon 

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. 

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