Jerry Lee Lewis – Sunday Morning Coming Down (Guitar)

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Well, I woke up Sunday morning 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, so I had one more for dessert.

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Then I fumbled through my closet trough my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt

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then I washed my face, 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 songs that I've been pickin',

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but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing with a can that he was kickin'.

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Then I walked across the empty street and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken,

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and, Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way.

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On the sunday morning sidewalk, wishing, Lord, that I was stoned

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'cause there's something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone.

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

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on the sleeping city sidewalk and sunday morning coming down.

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In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl he was swingin'

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and I stopped beside the Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'.

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

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and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

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On the sunday morning sidewalk, wishing, Lord, that I was stoned

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'cause there's something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone.

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

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on the sleeping city sidewalk and sunday morning coming down.