Текст песни Furnaceface - Sunday morning coming down, слова песни Furnaceface

Текст песни Furnaceface - Sunday morning coming down

Furnaceface - Sunday morning coming down слова песни

(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 in my closet through my clothes
I found my cleanest dirty shirt
then I washed my face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs
to greet the day

Well I smoked my mind the night before on cigarettes and songs
that I`d been picking
then I lit my first and watched a small boy cussin` at a can
that he was kicking
then I crossed the empty street, caught the Sunday smell of someone
frying chicken
and it took me back to something that I lost somewhere somehow
along the way

CHORUS:
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
(I`m) wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Cause there`s somethin` `bout a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there ain`t nothin` short of dying
half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleeping city sidewalk
and Sunday morning coming down

In a park I saw a Daddy with a laughing little girl that he was swinging
and I stopped beside a Sunday school, listened to the songs that
they was singing
And then, far away, I heard a lonely bell a-ringin`

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Sunday morning coming down

Текст песни Furnaceface - Sunday morning coming down

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