歌曲名 Sunday Mornin Comin Down 歌手名 Kris Kristofferson

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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