歌曲名 Sunday Morning Coming Down (Live At The Paramount Theatre, Nj+1990) 歌手名 Johnny Cash

作词：Kris Kristofferson

作曲：Kris Kristofferson

Well I woke up Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head that didn hurt

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn 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

Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs that I been pickin

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 fryin chicken

And oh it took me back to somethin

That I lost somewhere somehow along the way

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I wishing Lord that I was stoned

there something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there ain nothin short of dyin

As half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin city sidewalk

And 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

And listened to the songs that they were singing

Then I headed down the streets

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing

And it echoed through the canyons

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

Oh I wishing Lord that I was stoned

there something in a Sunday

That make a body feel alone

And there ain nothin short of dyin

Thats half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin city sidewalk

And Sunday mornin comin down