Album Name

Kristofferson

Artist

Kris Kristofferson

Genre

컨트리

Release Date

1970

Release Agency

Monument/Legacy

Sunday Mornin` 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
With cigarettes and the songs
I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and
watched a small kid
Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell
of someone's fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow
somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something
in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
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
And listened to the songs
they were singin'
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away
a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed thru the canyon
Like the disappearing
dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something
in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down