โหลดเพลง mp3 Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (Album Version) - Kris Kristofferson

Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (Album Version) - 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 through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt

An' I shaved my face and combed my hair

An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin

But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking

Then I crossed the empty street
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

And it took me back to somethin'

That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk

Wishing Lord that I was stoned

'Cos there's something in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalks

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 song they were singin

Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin

And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk

Wishing Lord that I was stoned

'Cos there's something in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalks

Sunday mornin' comin' down

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