Текст песни JOHNNY CASH - Sunday Morning Coming Down
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Текст песни JOHNNY CASH - Sunday Morning Coming 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 badSo I had one more for dessertThen I fumbled in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirtThen I washed my face and combed my hair ( )And stumbled down the stairs to meet the dayI'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 Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the wayOn a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel aloneAnd there's nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' downIn the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin' Then I headed down the street And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterdayOn a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel aloneAnd there's nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' down