Текст песни Shawn Mullins - Sunday Mornin Comin Down
Shawn Mullins - Sunday Mornin Comin Down слова песни
Well I woke up sunday morningWith no way to hold my headThat didnt hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasntBad 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 dayId smoked my brain the night beforeWith cigarettes and songsThat Ive been pickinBut 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 Id lost somehowSomewhere along the wayOn the sunday morning sidewalkWishing lord that I was stonedCause theres something in a sundayThat makes a body feel aloneAnd theres 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 theres nothing short of dyingHalf as lonesome as the soundOn the sleeping city sidewalkSunday morning coming down