written by Kris Kristopherson
Performed by Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash
| Intro | B | 2-Bars |
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| Well I w | oke up Sunday morning |
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| with no w | ay to hold my h | ead that didn't h | urt |
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| and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't b | ad |
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| so I had one more for de | ssert |
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| then I f | umbled through my closet for my c | lothes |
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| and found my cleanest, dirty s | hirt |
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| then I w | ashed my face, and c | ombed my hair |
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| and s | tumbled down the stairs to meet the d | ay |
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| I'd s | moked my brain the n | ight before |
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| on c | igarettes and s | ongs I'd been p | icking |
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| but I lit my first and watched a small kid c | ussin' |
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| at the can that he was k | icking |
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| then I c | rossed the s | treet |
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| and caught the Sunday | smell of someone's frying c | hicken |
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| and it t | ook me back to some- | thing that I l | ost someshow |
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| some | where along the w | ay |
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| in the park I saw a d | addy |
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| with a l | aughing little g | irl that he was s | winging |
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| and I stopped beside a Sunday school and l | istened |
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| to the songs that they were s | inging |
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| then I h | eaded down the s | treet |
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| and somewhere f | ar away a lonely bell was ring - | ing |
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| and it e | choed through the c | anyons |
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| like our dis | appearing d | reams of yester | day |
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| of the sleeping city s | idewalks |
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| and Sunday morning coming d | own |