Текст песни Roy Drusky - Sunday Morning Coming Down, слова песни Roy Drusky

Текст песни Roy Drusky - Sunday Morning Coming Down

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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 desertI fumbled in my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirtAnd I shaved my face and combed my hair stumbled down the stair to meet the dayWell I`d smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs I`d been a pickingBut I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin` at a can that he was kickingThen I crossed the street and caught the 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 aloneAnd there`s nothing sure to dying that`s half as lonesome as the soundOn the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming downIn the park I saw a daddy with the laughin` little girl that he was swingingAnd I stopped beside the Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singingThen I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringingAnd it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterdayOn the Sunday morning sidewalk...

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Sunday Morning Coming Down

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