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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down - Bobby Bare
In the park I see a daddy
With the laughing little girl that he's a swinging
And I stop beside a sunday school
And listen to the song they're singing
I'm heading back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell is ringing
And it echoes through the city
Like my disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord
That I was home
'Cause there's something about a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
I smoked so much the night
Before my mouth feels like an ashtray I've been licking
Now I light my first and watch a small kid
Cussing at the can he's been a kicking
I cross the empty street and catch the Sunday
Smell of someone frying chicken
And it takes me back to something
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was home
'Cause there's something about a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was home
'Cause there's something about a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
