Текст песни Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sunday Morning Coming Down
(Kris Kristofferson)

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.

I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stair to meet the day.

Well, I'd smoke my brain the night before
With cigarette and songs that I'd been a pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin'
At a can that he was kickin'.

Then I crossed the empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin'
Lord, that I was stoned
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Makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as a sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl
That he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singin'.

Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin'
Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as a sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down...