Sunday Mornin Comin Down — текст песни (Kris Kristofferson)

Well I woke up sunday morning

With no way to hold my head, that didnt hurt

And the beer I had for breakfast

Wasnt bad so I had one more for dessert

Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes

And found my cleanest dirty shirt

Its the one Im wearin

And I shaved my face and combed my hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day



Id smoked my brain the night before

Or I smoked so much the night before

With cigarettes and songs that Ive been pickin

My mouth was like an ashtray Id been lickin

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Cussin at a can that he was kicking

Then I crossed the empty street

And caught the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken

And it took me back to somethin

That Id lost somehow somewhere along the way



Chorus:

On the sunday morning sidewalks

Wishing lord that I was stoned

cause there is something in a sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And theres nothin short of dyin

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin city side walks

Sunday mornin comin down





In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl who he was swingin

And I stopped beside a sunday school

And listened to the song that they were singin

Then I headed back for home and

Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin

And it echoed thru the canyon like

The disappearing dreams of yesterday.



Chorus:

On the sunday morning sidewalks

Wishing lord that I was stoned

cause there is something in a sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And theres nothin short of dyin

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin city side walks

Sunday mornin comin down.