Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sunday Morning Coming Down

(Kris Kristofferson)



Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' 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.



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 stair to meet the day.



Well, I'd smoke my brain the night before

With cigarette and songs that I'd been a pickin'

But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin'

At a can that he was kickin'.



Then I crossed the empty street and caught

The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

And it took me back to something that I'd lost

Somehow, somewhere along the way.



On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin'

Lord, that I was stoned

'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone.



And there's nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as a sound

On the sleeping 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

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 through the canyon

Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday.



On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin'

Lord that I was stoned

'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone.



And there's nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as a sound

On the sleeping city sidewalk

Sunday mornin' comin' down...