Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Well I woke up Sunday mornin'
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
An' I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kickin'
And I walked across the street
An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishin' 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'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
And Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped behind a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that they were singin'
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 wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down
Sunday Mornin' Comin' DownLRC歌词
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[00:06.00]Well I woke up Sunday mornin'
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[00:08.75]With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
[00:12.11]
[00:17.79]And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:21.29]
[00:22.22]So I had one more for dessert
[00:24.22]
[00:29.77]Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
[00:34.03]And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:36.09]
[00:41.83]An' I washed my face and combed my hair
[00:44.76]
[00:45.57]Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[00:49.53]
[00:55.09]I'd smoked my mind the night before
[00:57.10]
[00:58.09]With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
[01:00.53]
[01:06.14]But I lit my first and watched a small kid
[01:10.20]Playin' with a can that he was kickin'
[01:12.95]
[01:18.62]And I walked across the street
[01:20.56]
[01:21.56]An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken
[01:25.61]
[01:30.97]And it took me back to somethin'
[01:33.28]
[01:34.41]That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
[01:38.03]
[01:41.71]On the Sunday morning sidewalk
[01:45.22]
[01:47.90]I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned
[01:50.21]
[01:54.27]'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[01:56.01]
[02:00.38]That makes a body feel alone
[02:02.88]
[02:06.50]And there's nothin' short of dyin'
[02:09.12]
[02:12.68]Half as lonesome as the sound
[02:14.80]
[02:19.42]On the sleepin' city sidewalks
[02:21.10]
[02:25.41]And Sunday morning coming down
[02:27.65]
[02:33.27]In the park I saw a daddy
[02:35.45]
[02:37.32]With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
[02:40.19]
[02:46.25]And I stopped behind a Sunday school
[02:49.21]
[02:50.33]And listened to the songs that they were singin'
[02:54.07]
[02:59.19]Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
[03:06.18]
[03:11.92]And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[03:19.32]
[03:22.81]On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was stoned
[03:31.61]
[03:35.35]Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone
[03:44.46]
[03:47.70]And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound
[03:56.20]
[04:01.25]Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down
