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Sunday Morning Coming Down

アーティスト:Waylon Jennings  アルバム:The Taker/Tulsa 

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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 desert. Then I fumbled through my closet to my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stair to meet the day. Well, I'd smoke my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking But I lit my first and watched the small kid Cussing the can that he was kicking. Then I crossed the empty street and caught The Sunday smell of someone frying chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way. On the Sunday morning sidewalk


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