《Sunday Morning Coming Down》TXT歌词下载

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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
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 boy at a can  that he'd been kicking
I crossed the empty street
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 a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing,
Lord, that
I was stoned'
Cause  there's something in a
SundayThat makes  a body feel alone
And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
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
Listened to the songs that  they were singin'
I headed down the road
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And  it echoed through the canyons
Like a disappearing dream  of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Oh, I'm wishing,
Lord, that
I was stoned'
Cause  there's something about a
SundayThat'll make  your body feel alone
And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin'  comin' down