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Cash Johnny Sunday Morning Coming Down

in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down

the bend And I a'int seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a movin' on down

a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down

a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down

in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down

in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down

there's nothin' short of dyin', Half as lonesome as the sound, On the sleepin' city sidewalk: Sunday mornin' comin' down On the sleepin' city sidewalk: Sunday mornin' comin' down