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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

アーティスト:Mark Chesnutt 

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Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wouldn'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 shaved my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day Well, I'd smoked my brain the night before On cigarettes and songs I'd been picking But I lit my first and watched a small boy Cussin' at a can that he was kicking And I crossed the empty street Caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short of


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