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.
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