David Allan Coe – Sunday Mornin Comin Down (Guitar)

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Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'

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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

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And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad

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So I had one more for desert

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Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes

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And found my cleanest dirty shirt

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Then I shaved my face and combed my hair

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And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

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I?d smoked my mind the night before

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With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'

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Cussin' at can that he was kickin'

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Then I crossed the street and caught

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The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

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And it took me back to something that

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I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

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On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk

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Wishin' Lord that I was stoned

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Cause there's something in a Sunday

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That makes a body feel alone.

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And there's nothin' short of dyin'

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Half as lonesome as the sound

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Of the sleepin' city sidewalk

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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down.

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In the park I saw a daddy with a

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Laughin' little girl that he was swingin'

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And listened to the songs that they were singin'

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Then I headed down the street and somewhere

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Far away a lonely bell was ringin'

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And it echoed through the canyon

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Like a disappearing dreams of yesterday.