Текст песни Sunday Morning Coming Down - Early Mix, 1987 - Johnny Cash

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 the songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small boy
Cursin' at a can that he was kicking
I crossed the empty street
Caught the Sunday smell of someone's 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 Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
Ooh, 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 that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the songs that they were singin'
I headed down the street
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like a disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Ooh, I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something about a Sunday
That make your body feel alone
Ooh, and there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down