Текст песни kristofferson kris - Sunday Mornin` Comin` Down
kristofferson kris - Sunday Mornin` Comin` Down слова песни
Well I woke up Sunday morningwith no way to hold my head, that didn`t hurtand the beer I had for breakfastwasn`t bad so I had one more for dessertthen I fumbled through my closet for my clothesand found my cleanest dirty shirtit`s the one I`m wearin`and I shaved my face and combed my hairand stumbled down the stairs to meet the dayI`d smoked my brain the night beforeor I smoked so much the night beforewith cigarettes and songs that I`ve been pickin`my mouth was like an ashtray I`d been lickin`but I lit my first and watched a small kidcussin` at a can that he was kickingthen I crossed the empty streetand caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin` chickenand it took me back to somethin`that I`d lost somehow somewhere along the wayChorus: On the Sunday morning sidewalkswishing Lord that I was stoned`cause there is something in a Sundaythat makes a body feel aloneand there`s nothin` short of dyin`half as lonesome as the soundon the sleepin` city side walksSunday mornin` comin` downIn the park I saw a daddywith a laughing little girl who he was swingin`and I stopped beside a Sunday schooland listened to the song that they were singin`then I headed back for home andsomewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin`and it echoed thru the canyon likethe disappearing dreams of yesterday.Chorus:On the Sunday morning sidewalkswishing Lord that I was stoned`cause there is something in a Sundaythat makes a body feel aloneand there`s nothin` short of dyin`half as lonesome as the soundon the sleepin` city side walksSunday mornin` comin` down.