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# Date: 11/11/96; 5:20:59 PM From: Queren@t-online.de (Dierk Queren) Subject: Countrysongs Sunday morning comming down Johny Cash 1.
Well , I Cwoke up Sunday morning , with no Fway to hold my head, that didn"t Churt and the Cbeer i had for breakfast , wasn"t Ambad, so I had one more for des-G7-sert than I Cthumbled through my closet , for my Fclothes, found my cleanest, dirty Chirt than I G7washed my face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
2. Well I smoked my brain the night befor , with cigarets and songs that we been picking And I lit my first and stopped to watch , a small kid with a can that he was kicking Than I crossed an empty street , and caught the Sunday-smell of someone"s frying chicken and it took me back to something , that I lost somewhere somehow along the way Ref:
On a Sunday morning Fsidewalk, wishing Lord that I was Cstoned Cause there is something in a G7Sunday, that makes somebody feel a-C-lone And it"s nothing shure but Fdieing, half as lone some as the Csound of a sleeping city G7sidewalk, when Sunday morning coming Cdown
3. In a park I saw a Daddy , with a laughing little girl he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school , and listened to the songs that they were singing Than I hadded back for home , and some whrer far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed to the canyons , like the dissapearing dreames of yesterday Ref: On a Sunday morning sidewalk .... It"s the first song, that I write to you from germany. D. Queren (queren@t-online.de)