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Текст (слова) песни: Bobby Bare - Sunday Morning Coming Down



In the park I see a daddy with the laughin` little girl that he`s a swinging
And I stop beside a Sunday school and listen to the song they`re singing
I`m headin` back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell is ringing
And it echoes through the city like my disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was home
Cause there`s something bout a Sunday makes a body feel alone
And there`s nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down

I smoked so much the night before my mouth feels like an ashtray I`ve been licking
Now I light my first and watch a small kid cussin` at the can he`s been a kicking
I cross the empty street and catch the Sunday smell of someone fryin` chicken
And it takes me back to something that I`d lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk...
On the Sunday morning sidewalk...

 

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