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Verse 4Then I Gcrossed the empty street and caught the sunCday smell of someone fryin' chiGcken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd loEmst somehow somewhere along Daway
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Verse 6Then I Gheaded back for home and somewheCre far away a lonely bell was rGingin' and it echoed thru the canEmyon like the disepparing dreams of yDesterday. Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Kris Kristofferson performed by Willie Nelson from the album 'Willie Nelson sings Kristofferson' CBS 1979 WCell I woke up Sunday morning with no Fway to hold my head that it didn'tC hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't baAmd so I had one more for dessGert G7 C G7 Then I fumblCed through my closet for my clothFes and found my cleanest dirty shCirt Am and I shavedF my face and I cG7ombed my hair and stumblFed down the stairs to meet the G7day I smokCed my brain the night before with cigaretFtes and songs that I had been Cpickin' But I lCit my first and watched a small kid cAmussin' at a can that he was kGickin'G7 C G7 And I croCssed the empty street and caught the SunFday smell of someone fryin' chCicken Am And it took Fme back to somethiG7n' that I 'd losFt somewhere somehG7ow along theC way On the Sunday mornin' siFdewalk wishin' Lord that I was Cstone 'cause there's somethin' in SuG7nday that makes a body feel aClone C7 and there's nothing short of dFyin' half as lonesome as the Csound of a sleepin' city sidewGalk G7 F Sunday morniG7n' comin' doCwn In the park I saw a daddy with a laughFing little girl that he was swCingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and liAmstened to the songs that they were sGingin'G7 C G7 and I Cheaded back for home and somewhere far Faway a lonely bell was rCingin'Am and it eFchoed through the canyG7on like the disFappearing drG7eams of yestCerday
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