Sunday Morning Coming Down

Ring Of Fire Johnny Cash

The words and music of this song were written by Kris Kristofferson.

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[Verse 1]

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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 wasn't bad

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so I had one more for des-sert

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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 washed my face, and combed my hair

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I'd smoked my mind the night before

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with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking

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but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing

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with the can that he was kicking

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then I walked across the street

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and caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken

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and lord it took me back to some-thin that I lost somewhere

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and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[Verse 2]

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somehow along the way

[Chorus]

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on a Sunday morning sidewalk

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I'm wishing lord, that I was stoned

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cause there's something in a Sunday

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that makes the body feel alone

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and there's nothing short of dying

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that's half as lonesome as the sound

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of the sleeping city sidewalks

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and Sunday morning coming down

[Verse 3]

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in the park I saw a daddy

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with a laughing little girl that he was swinging

and I stopped beside a Sunday school

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and listened to the songs that they were singing

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then I headed down the street

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and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ring - ing

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and it echoed through the canyons

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like our disappearing dreams of yester - day

[Chorus]

C

on a Sunday morning sidewalk

G

I'm wishing lord, that I was stoned

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cause there's something in a Sunday

G

that makes the body feel alone

C

and there's nothing short of dying

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that's half as lonesome as the sound

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of the sleeping city sidewalks

G

and Sunday morning coming down