Sunday Morning Coming Down Karaoke Mike Denver

Karaoke Sunday Morning Coming Down Mike Denver

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Well I woke up Sunday mornin' 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 dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before on cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he been kickin'
Then I headed down the street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cos there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks and Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped outside a Sunday school and listened to the songs 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 the Sunday morning sidewalks wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cos there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks and Sunday mornin' comin' down
On the sleepin' city sidewalks and Sunday mornin' comin' down

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