Текст (слова) песни: Johnny Cash - Sunday Mornin` Comin` Down

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.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I`d smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I`d been pickin`
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin` with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone`s fryin` chicken
And it took me back to somethin`
That I`d lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

Chorus:
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I`m wishing Lord that I was stoned
`Cause there`s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there`s nothin` short of dyin`
That`s half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin` city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin` comin` down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin` little girl who he was swingin`
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin`
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin`
And it echoed thru the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Repeat Chorus

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Johnny Cash - Sunday Mornin` Comin` Down 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. Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. I`d smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and the songs I`d been pickin` But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playin` with a can that he was kicking Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone`s fryin` chicken And it took me back to somethin` That I`d lost somewhere, somehow along the way. Chorus: On a Sunday morning sidewalk I`m wishing Lord that I was stoned `Cause there`s something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there`s nothin` short of dyin` That`s half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin` city sidewalk And Sunday mornin` comin` down. In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin` little girl who he was swingin` And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin` Then I headed down the street And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin` And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. Repeat Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Sunday Mornin` Comin` Down: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/18485.html Все тексты песен: Johnny Cash » Johnny Cash - Wichita Lineman » Johnny Cash - Song Of The Patriot » Johnny Cash - Johnny 99 » Johnny Cash - Clementine » Johnny Cash - Banks Of The Ohio » Johnny Cash - You Are My Sunshine » Johnny Cash - I`m So Lonesome I Could Cry » Johnny Cash - That Lucky Old Sun (Just Rolls Around He » Johnny Cash - Man In Black » Johnny Cash - Rock Of Ages » Johnny Cash - When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder » Johnny Cash - Hey Porter » Johnny Cash - In My Life » Johnny Cash - Old Apache Squaw » Johnny Cash - Farther Along » Johnny Cash - Just One More » Johnny Cash - Transfusion Blues » Johnny Cash - Ballad Of Ira Hayes » Johnny Cash - Tennessee Stud » Johnny Cash - The Old Rugged Cross Рекомендуем скачать: » Булат Окуджава - Зачем мы перешли на ты? » Борис Вайханский - Песня про Кота, благородного эсквайра Сент-Джона и английскую королеву Викторию (из спектакля по ска » Беломорканал - БРАТ » Би-2 - Деньги на ветер » Борис Вахнюк - Послушай, эти сети непрочны... » Братья Грим - Норвегия » Бочаров Владимир - НОВЫЙ ГОД В "Б.У.Ре" » Борис Вячеславов - С помощью карты заповедных времен... » Булат Окуджава - Первое послевоенное танго » Борис Вайханский - Песня Катерины княжичу » Булат Окуджава - Песенка о ночной Москве » Борис Вайханский - Мещанский романс, или Песня Мыши » Булат Окуджава - Цирк » Братья Грим - Вторая половина » Бутырка - Сероглазая шалунья » Борис Есипов - Песенка сошедших со сцены » Борис Бондарев - Вот я и дома. Весь дом мой в огнях... » Борис Вахнюк - Берег » Беломорканал - САМКО » Башаков бэнд - Феномен живых
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