Sunday Mornin` Comin` Down — текст песни (Johnny Cash)

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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I`d smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I`d been pickin`
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin` with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone`s fryin` chicken
And it took me back to somethin`
That I`d lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

Chorus:
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I`m wishing Lord that I was stoned
`Cause there`s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there`s nothin` short of dyin`
That`s half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin` city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin` comin` down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin` little girl who he was swingin`
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin`
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin`
And it echoed thru the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Repeat Chorus