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Track 1
NameSoft Karaoke
Text@KMIDI KARAOKE FILE tm
@KAll rights reserved, TUNE 1000 CORP.
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@I 08-09-93, 08:30, V.T.
@KCopyright EMI International rights secured
Track 2
NameWords
Text@LENGL
SUNDAY MORNIN' COMIN' DOWN
Words & Music by Kris Kristofferson
Copyright EMI International rights secured
@WALL rights reserved. Not for broadcast or
@Wtransmission of any kind.
@WDO NOT DUPLICATE. NOT FOR RENTAL.
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NameGuitar 1
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NameStrings 1
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NameFlute
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NameHorn
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NameOboe
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NameGlockenspiel
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NameTrombone
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NameBells
Words
Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'
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 pickin'.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid
playin' with a can that he was kickin'.

Then I walked across the street
and caught the Sunday smell of someone's
fryin' chicken.

And Lord, it took me back to somethin'
that I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned,

'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
that's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleepin' city sidewalks
and Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park, I saw a daddy
with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school
and listened to the songs they were singin'.

Then I headed down the streets,
and somewhere far away a lonely bell
was ringin'.

And it echoed through the canyons
like a disappearin' dream of yesterday.

On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned,

'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
that's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleepin' city sidewalks
and Sunday mornin' comin' down.%+%+%+

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