Well I woke up Sunday mornin', with no way to hold my head that didn't hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more, for dessertThen I fumbled through my closet, for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirtAnd I shaved my face and combed my hair and, stumbled down the stairs to meet the dayI'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 kickin'Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chickenAnd it took me back to somethin', that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the wayOn the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel aloneAnd there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the soundOn the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' downIn the park I saw a daddy, with a laughing little girl who he was swingin'And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that 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 yesterdayOn the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel aloneAnd there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the soundOn the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down
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Randy Travis (Marshville, Carolina del Norte, 4 de mayo de 1959) es un cantante de estilo country y actor estadounidense.
== Datos biográficos y trayectoria musical ==
Travis nació con el nombre de Randy Bruce Trawick en Marshville, Carolina del Norte,…
