Sunday Morning Coming Down(Remaster)
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 of my closet through my clothes
- And found my cleanest dirty shirt
- Then I washed my face and combed my hair
- Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
- I'd smoked my brain the night before
- On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
- But I lit my first and watched a small kid
- Cuz a man can that he was kicking
- Then I cross in the street
- And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
- And it took me back to somethin'
- That I'd lost somehow
- Somewhere along the way
- On a Sunday morning sidewalk
- Wishing lord that I was stoned
- Cause there's something in a Sunday
- Makes a body feel alone
- There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
- Half as lonesome as the sound
- Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
- Sunday mornings coming down
- In the park I saw a daddy
- With a laughing little girl
- Who he was swinging
- And I stopped beside a Sunday school
- Listened to the songs
- That baby singing
- Then I headed down the home
- And somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringing
- And it echoed through the canyons
- Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
- On a Sunday morning sidewalk
- Wishing lord that I was stoned
- Cause there's something in a Sunday
- Make a body feel alone
- There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
- Half as lonesome as the sound
- Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
- Sunday mornin' comin' down
- On a Sunday morning sidewalk
- Wishing lord that I was stoned
- Cause there's something in a Sunday
- Make a body feel alone
- There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
- Half as lonesome as the sound
- Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
- Sunday mornin' comin' down
Komentar 1
This is my favorite song. You have a good taste