Sunday Morning Coming Down

[Originally by Johnny Cash&Kris Kristofferson] 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 in my closet through my clothes, And found my cleanest dirty shirt An' I washed my face and combed my hair, Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my mind the night before, With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickinBut I lit my first and watched a small kid, Playing with a can that he was kicking And I walked across the street, 'n caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken And it took me back to somethin',