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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
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's frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
Manhã de domingo chegando

Bem, na manhã de domingo eu acordei
Sem que pudesse erguer a cabeça sem doer
Meu café da manhã foi uma boa cerveja
E de tão boa tomei outra de sobremesa.
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Fumei pra valer na noite passada
Escolhendo os cigarros e as canções
Acendi o primeiro e vi um molequinho
Brincando com uma lata que chutava
Atravessei então a rua pro outro lado
E senti o cheiro dominical de frango assado
Que me levou, por Deus, de volta ao passado
Perdido não sei onde pelo caminho

Na manhã de domingo numa calçada
Por Deus, queria estar embriagado
Pois tem qualquer coisa num domingo
Que faz o corpo se sentir abandonado.
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Na manhã de domingo numa calçada
Por Deus, queria estar embriagado
Pois tem qualquer coisa num domingo
Que faz o corpo se sentir abandonado.
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