Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

The Hit Crew2013年1月29日

歌詞

 

Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (週日清晨的到來) - The Hit Crew

Well I woke up Sunday mornin'

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

 

An' I washed my face and combed my hair

Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'

 

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Playin' with a can that he was kickin'

 

And I walked across the street

An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken

 

And it took me back to somethin'

 

That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk

 

I'm wishin' 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'

 

Half as lonesome as the sound

 

On the sleepin' city sidewalks

 

And Sunday morning coming down

 

In the park I saw a daddy

 

With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'

 

And I stopped behind a Sunday school

And listened to the songs that they were singin'

 

Then I headed down the street 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

 

Wishing Lord that I was stoned

 

Cause there's something in a Sunday

 

Makes a body feel alone

 

And there's nothing short of dying

 

Half as lonesome as the sound

 

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

 

And Sunday morning coming down

 

***歌詞來自第三方***