The Highwaymen - Sunday Morning Coming Down paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Sunday Morning Coming Down - The Highwaymen



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
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I′ve smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I've been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somehow, somewhere, along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
I′m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
′Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there′s nothing short a' dying
That′s half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed back for home
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
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
′Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a′ dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down.



Writer(s): Kris Kristofferson


The Highwaymen - The Essential Highwaymen
Album The Essential Highwaymen
date de sortie
26-10-2010




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