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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 dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for 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
I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
'N caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something'
That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
On the sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing lord that I was stoned
'Cos there's something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dyin'
Half as lone some as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a sunday school
And listened to the song they were singing
Then I headed down the road
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing lord that I was stoned
'Cos there's something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dyin'
Half as lone some as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday morning coming down
And there's nothing short of dyin'
Half as lone some as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday morning coming down
- 1 D.Maverick
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:06.16]Well I woke up sunday morning
[00:08.99]With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
[00:17.85]And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:22.21]So I had one more for dessert
[00:29.67]Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
[00:33.46]And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:41.57]And I washed my face and combed my hair
[00:45.06]Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[00:53.35]I'd smoked my brain the night before
[00:56.30]On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
[01:05.05]But I lit my first and watched a small kid
[01:08.88]Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
[01:16.79]Then I walked across the street
[01:18.98]'N caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[01:28.62]And it took me back to something'
[01:31.35]That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
[01:38.50]On the sunday morning sidewalk
[01:44.02]I'm wishing lord that I was stoned
[01:50.15]'Cos there's something in a sunday
[01:55.78]That makes a body feel alone
[02:02.09]And there's nothing short of dyin'
[02:07.53]Half as lone some as the sound
[02:13.75]On the sleeping city sidewalks
[02:19.54]Sunday morning coming down
[02:27.55]In the park I saw a daddy
[02:30.29]With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
[02:39.24]And I stopped beside a sunday school
[02:42.13]And listened to the song they were singing
[02:51.05]Then I headed down the road
[02:54.08]And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
[03:02.98]And it echoed through the canyons
[03:05.82]Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[03:12.71]On the sunday morning sidewalk
[03:18.25]I'm wishing lord that I was stoned
[03:24.29]'Cos there's something in a sunday
[03:30.02]That makes a body feel alone
[03:35.88]And there's nothing short of dyin'
[03:41.84]Half as lone some as the sound
[03:47.87]On the sleeping city sidewalks
[03:53.79]Sunday morning coming down
[04:23.45]And there's nothing short of dyin'
[04:28.94]Half as lone some as the sound
[04:35.05]On the sleeping city sidewalks
[04:40.86]Sunday morning coming down
