Текст (слова) песни: Mullins, Shawn - Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kris Kristofferson
One of the first songs I ever heard and loved.
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 through my closet
for my clothes
and found my cleanest dirty shirt
and I shaved my face
and combed my hair
and stumbled down the stairs
to meet the day
i`d smoked my brain the night before
with cigarettes and songs
that I`ve been pickin`
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
cussin` at a can that he was kickin
then I crossed the empty street and
caught the sunday smell
of someone fryin chicken
and it took me back to something
that I`d lost somehow
somewhere along the way
on the sunday morning sidewalk
wishing lord that I was stoned
cause there`s something in a sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there`s nothing short of dying
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city sidewalk
sunday morning coming down
in the park I saw a daddy
with a laughing little girl
he was swingin
and I stopped beside the Sunday school
and listened to the song
that they were singing
then I headed back for home
and somewhere far away
a lonely bell was ringing
and it echoed thru the canyon like
the disappearing dreams of yesterday
on the sunday morning sidewalk
wishing lord that I was stoned
cause therels something in a sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there`s nothing short of dying
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city sidewalk
sunday morning coming down

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