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Steve Hofmeyr
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Sunday Mornin' Coming' Down
As 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 dessert Then I fumbled through my closet For my cloths And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face And combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs To meet the day Well I smoked my brain, the night before With cigarettes and songs That I've been pickin' And I lit my first to watch the small kid Cussin' at a can that he was kickin' Then I cross the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of Someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I lost somehow Somewhere along the way On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk Wishin' lord that I was stoned Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl He was swingin' And I stopped beside the Sunday school And listened to the song That they were singin' Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away A lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon like The disappearin' dreams of yesterday On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk Wishin' lord that I was stoned Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday mornin' comin' down On the sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday mornin' comin' down
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