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
Then I fumbled through my closet
for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stair to meet the day
I'd smoke my brain the night bofore
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 empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone fryin'chicken
And it took me back to something
that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm 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
halfpast as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
with the laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
and listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headedback for home and somewhere
far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday 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 nothing sure to dying
half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewlk
And Sunday morning coming down
Coming down coming down
Sunday Morning Coming DownLRC歌词
[00:01.574]Well I woke up Sunday morning
[00:03.197]with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
[00:08.681]And the beer I had for breakfast
[00:11.525]wasn't bad so I had one more for desert
[00:18.381]Then I fumbled through my closet
[00:21.833]for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:26.506]And I washed my face and combed my hair
[00:36.662]And stumbled down the stair to meet the day
[00:40.674]I'd smoke my brain the night bofore
[00:45.549]with cigarettes and songs I'd been a picking
[00:50.475]But I lit my first and watched the small kid
[00:57.686]cussin'at a can that he was kicking
[01:00.632]Then I crossed the empty street and caught
[01:10.514]The Sunday smell of someone fryin'chicken
[01:14.426]And it took me back to something
[01:21.178]that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
[01:25.546]On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[01:32.198]I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[01:38.38]Cause there's something in a Sunday
[01:44.385]makes a body feel alone
[01:49.870]And there's nothing sure to dying
[01:58.195]halfpast as lonesome as the sound
[02:04.231]On a sleeping city sidewalk
[02:08.896]And Sunday morning coming down
[02:15.809]In the park I saw a daddy
[02:22.814]with the laughing little girl that he was swinging
[02:28.857]And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[02:35.408]and listened to the songs they were singing
[02:39.470]Then I headedback for home and somewhere
[02:47.545]far away a lonely bell was ringing
[02:54.747]And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:09.525]I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[03:16.736]Cause there's something in a Sunday
[03:22.57]that makes a body feel alone
[03:27.796]And there's nothing sure to dying
[03:33.788]half as lonesome as the sound
[03:40.433]On a sleeping city sidewlk
[03:46.415]And Sunday morning coming down
[03:54.236]Coming down coming down
