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Sunday Morning Coming Down - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什)
Written by：Kris Kristofferson
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 boy

Playin' with a can that he was kicking

I 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

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 road

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

And it echoed thru the canyon

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 nothin' short of dyin'

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk

And sunday mornin' comin' down