Текст песни Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down слова песни
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 frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I`d lost Somewhere, somehow along the way. 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 a` dying That`s half as lonesome as the sound Of the 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 canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. 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 a` dying That`s half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down.