Текст (слова) песни: Ray Price - Sunday Morning Coming Down

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 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
Well I`d smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs I`d been picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid coursin` 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 somehow somewhere 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 of dying half as lonesome as a sound
On 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 song that they were singing
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk...

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