Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didnt hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasnt bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day Id smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs that Id been pickin But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin chicken And oh it took me back to somethin That Id lost somewhere, somehow along the way Read more: Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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