Текст песни Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Coming Down слова песни
Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn`t hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn`t bad so I had one more for desertThen I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirtThen I washed my face and combed my hairAnd stumbled down the stairs to meet the dayI`d smoke my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that I`ve been pickin`And I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin` at the can that he`s kickin`Then I crossed the empty street and caughtThe Sunday smell of someone fryin` chickenAnd it took me back to something that I`d lost somehow somewhere along the wayOn the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was stonedCause there`s something in a Sunday makes a body feel aloneThere ain`t nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the soundOf the sleepin` city sidewalk Sunday morning coming downIn the park I saw a daddy with the 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 down the street and somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin`And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterdayOn the Sunday morning sidewalk...On the Sunday morning sidewalk...