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Текст песни Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

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  • Kristofferson
  • Kris
Жанры:
  • 60s
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  • 1969
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Ray Stevens - Текст песни Sunday Mornin' Comin' 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 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 songs I'd been picking

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Playing with a can that he was kicking

Then I walked across the street

And caught the Sunday smell

Of someone's frying chicken

And, Lord

It took me back to something

That I'd lost somewhereRay Stevens - Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down - http://ru.motolyrics.com/ray-stevens/sunday-mornin-comin-down-lyrics.html

Somehow along the way

(CHORUS)

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 short of dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down

In the park, I saw a daddy with

A laughing little girl that he was swinging

And I stopped beside a Sunday school and

Listened to the songs they were singing

Then I headed down the street

And somewhere far away

A lonely bell was ringing

And it echoed through the canyons like

The disappearing dreams of yesterday

(CHORUS)

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