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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (周日清晨的到来) - Bobby Bare
In the park I see a daddy
With the laughing little girl that he's a swinging

And I stop beside a sunday school
And listen to the song they're singing

I'm heading back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell is ringing

And it echoes through the city
Like my disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord
That I was home

'Cause there's something about a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing sure to dying

Half as lonesome as the sound

On a sleeping city sidewalk

Sunday morning coming down

I smoked so much the night
Before my mouth feels like an ashtray I've been licking

Now I light my first and watch a small kid
Cussing at the can he's been a kicking

I cross the empty street and catch the Sunday
Smell of someone frying chicken

And it takes me back to something
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk

Wishing lord that I was home

'Cause there's something about a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing sure to dying

Half as lonesome as the sound

On a sleeping city sidewalk

Sunday morning coming down

On the Sunday morning sidewalk

Wishing lord that I was home

'Cause there's something about a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone