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Sunday Morning Coming Down

アーティスト:Nat Stuckey  アルバム:She Wakes Me Up With A Kiss Every Morning 

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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 wasn't bad so I had one more for desert Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt And I washed my face and combed my hair stumbled down the stairs to meet the day Well I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and songs that'd I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to something that I've lost somehow somewhere along the way On a Sunday morning sidewalk 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 dying that passes lonesome as


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