Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sunday Morning Coming Down - Randy Travis (蘭迪·特拉維斯)

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 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

I'd smoked my brain the night before on

Cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first and

Watched a small kid cussin' at a can

That he was kickin'

Then I crossed the empty street and caught the

Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

And it took me back to somethin'

That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishin' Lord

That I was stoned

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

As half 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 through

The canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalks

Wishin' Lord that I was stoned

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city side walks

Sunday mornin' comin' down

On the sleepin' city side walks

Sunday mornin' comin' down