Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down - Live from RCA Studios 1972

作词 : K. Kristofferson

作曲 : K. 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

It's the one i'm wearin'

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

Or i smoked so much the night before

With cigarettes and songs that i've been pickin'

My mouth was like an ashtray i'd been lickin'

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 fryin' chicken

And it took me back to somethin'

That i'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

Chorus:

On the sunday morning sidewalks

Wishing lord that i was stoned

'cause there is 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 side walks

Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park i saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'

And i stopped beside a sunday school

And listened to the song that 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.

Chorus:

On the sunday morning sidewalks

Wishing lord that i was stoned

'cause there is 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 side walks

Sunday mornin' comin' down.