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...

Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:

Прямая ссылка на текст песни Sunday Morning Coming Down:
http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/9471.html


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 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... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Sunday Morning Coming Down: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/9471.html Все тексты песен: Lynn Anderson » Lynn Anderson - Dixieland You Will Never Die » Lynn Anderson - I`m Not Lisa » Lynn Anderson - Joy to the World » Lynn Anderson - Okie from Muskogee » Lynn Anderson - Games People Play » Lynn Anderson - In Person » Lynn Anderson - All Day Sucker » Lynn Anderson - Full House » Lynn Anderson - No Love At All » Lynn Anderson - If I Can`t Be Your Woman » Lynn Anderson - I`ve Been Everywhere » Lynn Anderson - Rocky Top » Lynn Anderson - Flying Machine » Lynn Anderson - Lie A Little » Lynn Anderson - Two Rolls of Scotch Tape » Lynn Anderson - Too Much of You » Lynn Anderson - Someday Soon » Lynn Anderson - Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer » Lynn Anderson - Soon It Will Be Christmas Day » Lynn Anderson - It Wasn`t God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels Рекомендуем скачать: » Устинов Юрий - Плывем. Куда ж нам плыть? » Ундервуд - Истребитель №0 » Умка и Броневичок - Керуак » Устинов Юрий - Вот обученье лету » Умка и Броневичок - Про ураган » Успенская Люба - Гитара » Урфин Джюс - Соблюдай дистанцию » Уматурман - Китаец Чонь Суй » Устинов Юрий - И на сопках ночь была » Умка и Броневичок - Трепеща и одиноко » Унесенные Ветром - Какао » Устинов Юрий - Неси, ручеек, касаясь ноги » Устинов Юрий - Грустные малиновки » Устинов Юрий - Все спит в тропической ночи » Устинов Юрий - О том, как исчезли паруса » Успенская Люба - Небо » Уматурман - Зачем ? » Устинов Юрий - Там, далеко » Умка и Броневичок - Хочется всего » Ундервуд - Витя и Маша
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»