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A deeply reflective country classic about loneliness, regret, and quiet Sunday morning blues 🌅🥃 Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down paints a vivid picture of isolation and self-awareness after a long night out 🎶💭 With raw storytelling and honest emotion, it captures the heavy silence that follows choices you can’t undo 🌧️✨ 🔔 Turn on notifications to find out about upcoming videos! ⏬ Digital Platforms: 🚀"Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down": https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/trac... 📸Follow Kris Kristofferson: ▶ YouTube: @KrisKristofferson ▶ Instagram: / kristofferson ▶ Twitter: https://x.com/kkristofferson?lang=es ▶ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kriskristoff... ▶ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/tag/kriskristo... 📸Follow Octava: ▶Instagram: / fededlyrics 🎵 Follow the official Octava playlist on Spotify: https://spti.fi/octava ────────────────────────────── 🎤Lyrics: Kris Kristofferson - 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 through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin' at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone There ain't nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school Listened to the song they were singin' Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone There ain't nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes your body feel alone There ain't nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down #Retro #Octava #Lyrics ────────────────────────────── 🎵 If you are an artist and would like to promote your music, you can contact me via email or complete the form for us to review with my team. 📧 CONTACT: contact.feded@gmail.com 💌 SUBMISSION PLATFORM: https://fededlyrics.portal.district.biz