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
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
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.
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.
Taken
from Kris
Kristofferson Homepage