Sunday Morning Coming Down(1988 Version)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
- 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 in my closet
- Through my clothes
- And found my cleanest dirty shirt
- Then I washed my face
- And combed my hair
- And stumbled down
- The stairs to meet the day
- I'd smoked my mind the night before
- With cigarettes
- And songs I'd been picking
- But I lit my first
- And watched a small kid
- Playing with a can
- That he was kicking
- Then I walked across the street
- And caught the Sunday smell
- Of someone frying chicken
- And Lord it took me back
- To something that I'd lost
- Somewhere somehow along the way
- On a Sunday morning sidewalk
- I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
- 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
- That makes a body feel alone
- And there's nothing short a' dying
- That's half as lonesome as the sound
- Of the sleeping city sidewalk
- And Sunday morning coming down
- In the park I saw a daddy
- With a laughing little girl
- That he was swinging
- And I stopped beside a Sunday school
- And listened to the songs
- They were singing
- Then I headed down the street
- And somewhere far away
- A lonely bell was ringing
- And it echoed through the canyon
- Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
- On a Sunday morning sidewalk
- I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
- 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
- That makes a body feel alone
- And there's nothing short a' dying
- That's half as lonesome as the sound
- Of the sleeping city sidewalk
- And Sunday morning coming down
Komentar 3
Wonderful cover!
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this is my favorite song