Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

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Johnny Cash - Country, In English

Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

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[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 kid Playin' with a can that he was kicking [Verse 4] Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And Lord it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somewhere, 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 nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' down [Verse 5] 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 songs they were singin' [Verse 6] Then I headed down the street And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday [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 nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' down

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Credits

Writers
  • Kris Kristofferson