Sunday Morning Coming Down (Live At The Big Sur Folk Festival) - Kris Kristofferson

作词：Kris Kristofferson

作曲：Kris Kristofferson

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 kicking

Then I crossed the empty 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 the Sunday morning sidewalks

Wishing lord that I was stoned

'Cause there is something in a sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city side walks

Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the song that they were singin'

Then I headed back for home and

Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

And it echoed thru the canyon like

The disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalks

Wishing lord that I was stoned

'Cause there is something in a sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city side walks

Sunday mornin' comin' down