paroles de chanson Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down - Live - Kris Kristofferson

Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'
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
Washed my face, combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

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 song they were singin'

Then I headed back for home
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it took back to somеthing
That I lost somehow somewherе along the way

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
Wishin', Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone

There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down