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Текст песни Ray Price - Sunday Morning Coming Down

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Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn`t hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn`t bad so I had one more for desertThen I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirtAnd I shaved my face and combed my hairAnd stumbled down the stairs to meet the dayWell I`d smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs I`d been pickingBut I lit my first and watched the small kid coursin` at a can that he was kickingThen I crossed the empty streetAnd caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chickenAnd it took me back to something that I`d lost somehow somewhere along the wayOn the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was stonedCause there`s something in a Sunday makes a body feel aloneAnd there`s nothing sure of dying half as lonesome as a soundOn the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming downIn the park I saw a daddy with the laughing little girl that he was swingingAnd I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singingThen I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringingAnd it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterdayOn the Sunday morning sidewalk...

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