Waylon Jennings – Sunday Morning Coming Down (Guitar)

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Well, I woke up Sunday morning

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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, it wasn't bad

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So I had one more for dessert

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Then I fumbled through closet for my clothes

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And found my cleanest dirty shirt

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Washed my face and combed my hair

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Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

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I'd smoked my brain the night before

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With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'

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Lit my first and stood and watched a small kid

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Cuss a can that he were kicking

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Started across the street

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And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

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And it brought me back to something that I'd lost

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Somewhere, somehow along the way

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On the Sunday morning sidewalk

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Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned

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'Cause there's something in a Sunday

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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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On the sleeping city sidewalks

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Sunday morning coming down

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In the park I saw a daddy

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With a laughin' little girl that he was swinging

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And I stopped beside a Sunday school

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And listened to the song that they were singing

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Started back for home

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And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing

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And it echoed through the canyons

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Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

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On the Sunday morning sidewalk

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Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned

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'Cause there's something in a Sunday

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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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On the sleeping city sidewalks

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Sunday morning coming down

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On the sleepin' city sidewalks

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Sunday morning coming down