Kris Kristofferson: Sunday morning coming down (1970)
Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Kris Kristofferson (1969) 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 shaved (washed) my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day (I'd smoked so much the night before, my mouth was like an ashtray I'd been licking) I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that I've 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 sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there's somethin...