Текст (слова) песни: Lynn Anderson - Sunday Morning Coming Down

(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 desert.

Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty skirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stair to greet the day.

I`d smoke my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I`ve been a picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid cursin`
At a can that he was kicking.

Then I crossed the empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to something that I`d lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord, that I was stoned
`Cause there`s something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone.

And there`s nothing sure to dying
Half as lonely as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy with
The laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.

Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord, that I was stoned
`Cause there`s something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone...

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