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Kris Kristofferson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDCZCCQVbRs 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. An' I shaved my face and combed my hair, An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. I'd smoked my brain the night before, On cigarettes and songs 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, 'n 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. 'Cos there's something in a Sunday, Makes a body feel alone. And there's 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, And listened to the song they were singin'. Then I headed back for home, And somewhere far away a lonely 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. 'Cos there's something in a Sunday, Makes a body feel alone. And there's nothin' short of dyin', Half as lonesome as the sound, On the sleepin' city sidewalks: Sunday mornin' comin' down. |
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....Help Me Make It Throught The Night
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WHY ME LORD - KRIS K. My Favorite
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LOVE Kris...
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mmmmmmmmmm fryin chickennnnnnnnnn
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oh damn...your making me squirt a tear with that one. I have a picture of him from 1978..a concert in Montana..still framed. ![]() |
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Is a good Sunday morning for some Kris..
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Way back in the day, that was my life, drunk and stoned the night before, missing something I wasn't sure of, but knowing this sure ain't it. An indescribable ache inside that nothing seemed to fill.
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Way back in the day, that was my life, drunk and stoned the night before, missing something I wasn't sure of, but knowing this sure ain't it. An indescribable ache inside that nothing seemed to fill. yeah..I think for some there is an understanding of this song.. reminds me of a troubled time also. ![]() |
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Way back in the day, that was my life, drunk and stoned the night before, missing something I wasn't sure of, but knowing this sure ain't it. An indescribable ache inside that nothing seemed to fill. yeah..I think for some there is an understanding of this song.. reminds me of a troubled time also. ![]() ![]() |
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Way back in the day, that was my life, drunk and stoned the night before, missing something I wasn't sure of, but knowing this sure ain't it. An indescribable ache inside that nothing seemed to fill. yeah..I think for some there is an understanding of this song.. reminds me of a troubled time also. ![]() ![]() except I never shaved my face... ![]() |
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never heard that one..that version anyway..thanks for sharing that |
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....Help Me Make It Throught The Night ![]() yep, good one.. ![]() |
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I heard that one night Johnny Cash recorded that song in the studio with Kris and Dylan, Kris recorded Me and Bobby Mcgee and Dylan did Lay Lady Lay, would have loved to be a fly on the wall that night, if the story is true
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