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Nat Stuckey

Genres: Country

Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics - Nat Stuckey

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 in my closet to my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt 

And I washed my face and combed my hair stumbled down the stairs to meet the day 

 

Well I'd smoked my brain the night before 

With cigarettes and songs that'd I'd been pickin' 

But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking 

Then I crossed the empty street 

And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken 

And it took me back to something that I've lost somehow somewhere along the way 

 

On a Sunday morning sidewalk 

wishing Lord that I was stoned 

Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone 

 

And there's nothing short of dying that passes lonesome as the sound 

Of the sleeping city sidewalk 

on Sunday morning coming down 

 

In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl 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 a Sunday morning sidewalk.. 

 

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 nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound 

Of the sleeping city sidewalk 

on Sunday morning coming down 

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Copyright: Atv Music Publishing Llc, Sony

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