ฟังเพลงSunday Morning Comin' Down

Sunday Morning Comin' Down - Kris Kristofferson

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 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'chickin

And it took me back to somethin'

that I had lost somehow,

Somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,

wishin' Lord that I was stoned

Cause there is something in a Sunday,

makes a body feel alone

And there is nothing short of die'n,

half a lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalks,

Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy,

With the laughin' little girl who

he was swingin'

And I stopped beside a Sunday school,

And listened to a 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 canyon

like the disappearing dreams

Of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,

wishing Lord that I was stoned

Cause there is something in a Sunday,

make a body feel alone

And there is nothing short of die'n,

half a lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalks,

Sunday morning coming done