מילים לשיר Sunday Morning Coming Down - Johnny Cash

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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 and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing with a can that he was kicking then I walked across the street and caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken and Lord it took me back to somethin' that I 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 the body feel alone and there's nothing short of dying that's half as lonesome as the sound of the sleeping city sidewalks and 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 down the street and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing and it echoed through the canyons like our disappearing dreams of yesterday on a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord, that I was stoned cause there's something in a Sunday that makes the body feel alone and there's nothing short of dying that's half as lonesome as the sound of the sleeping city sidewalks and Sunday morning coming down

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