Letra de Sunday Morning Coming Down (Feat. Steve Earle) - Kris Kristofferson
Letra de canci�n de Sunday Morning Coming Down (Feat. Steve Earle) de Kris Kristofferson lyrics
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
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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.
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
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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.
