Текст песни Mullins, Shawn - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Mullins, Shawn - Sunday Morning Coming Down слова песни
Written by Kris KristoffersonOne of the first songs I ever heard and loved.well I woke up Sunday morningwith no way to hold my headthat didn`t hurtand the beer I had for breakfast wasn`tbad so I had one more for dessertthen I fumbled through my closetfor my clothesand found my cleanest dirty shirtand I shaved my faceand combed my hairand stumbled down the stairsto meet the dayi`d smoked my brain the night beforewith cigarettes and songsthat I`ve been pickin`but I lit my first and watched a small kidcussin` at a can that he was kickinthen I crossed the empty street andcaught the sunday smellof someone fryin chickenand it took me back to somethingthat I`d lost somehowsomewhere along the wayon the sunday morning sidewalkwishing lord that I was stonedcause there`s something in a sundaythat makes a body feel aloneand there`s nothing short of dyinghalf as lonesome as the soundon the sleeping city sidewalksunday morning coming downin the park I saw a daddywith a laughing little girlhe was swinginand I stopped beside the Sunday schooland listened to the songthat they were singingthen I headed back for homeand somewhere far awaya lonely bell was ringingand it echoed thru the canyon likethe disappearing dreams of yesterdayon the sunday morning sidewalkwishing lord that I was stonedcause therels something in a sundaythat makes a body feel aloneand there`s nothing short of dyinghalf as lonesome as the soundon the sleeping city sidewalksunday morning coming down