Текст (слова) песни: Roy Drusky - Sunday Morning Coming 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 desert I fumbled in my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair stumbled down the stair to meet the day Well I`d smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs I`d been a picking But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin` at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the 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 makes a body feel alone And there`s nothing sure to dying that`s half as lonesome as the sound On the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy with the laughin` little girl that he was swinging And I stopped beside the Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singing Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalk...
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