Текст песни Shawn Mullins - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Shawn Mullins - Sunday Morning Coming Down слова песни
well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn`t hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn`t bad so I had one more for dessert then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day i`d smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I`ve been pickin` but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin` at a can that he was kickin then I crossed the empty street and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken and it took me back to something that I`d lost somehow somewhere along the way on the sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that I was stoned cause there`s something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone and there`s nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound on the sleeping city sidewalk sunday morning coming down in the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl he was swingin and I stopped beside the Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singing then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday on the sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that I was stoned cause therels something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone and there`s nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound on the sleeping city sidewalk sunday morning coming down