Текст (слова) песни: Bobby Bare - Sunday Morning Coming Down
In the park I see a daddy with the laughin` little girl that he`s a swinging And I stop beside a Sunday school and listen to the song they`re singing I`m headin` back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell is ringing And it echoes through the city like my disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was home Cause there`s something bout a Sunday makes a body feel alone And there`s nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound On a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down
I smoked so much the night before my mouth feels like an ashtray I`ve been licking Now I light my first and watch a small kid cussin` at the can he`s been a kicking I cross the empty street and catch the Sunday smell of someone fryin` chicken And it takes me back to something that I`d lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalk... On the Sunday morning sidewalk...
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