Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down ("Naked" Version)
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๐ ID: 1219939
๐ Lyrics
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
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 desert
Then 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 cigarettes and songs I'd been a picking
But I lit my first and watched the 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 something
That I'd 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
Makes a body feel alone
And there sometihin's gonna dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With the 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 back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
Coming down, coming down
Coming down, coming down
Coming down, coming down
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
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 desert
Then 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 cigarettes and songs I'd been a picking
But I lit my first and watched the 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 something
That I'd 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
Makes a body feel alone
And there sometihin's gonna dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With the 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 back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
Coming down, coming down
Coming down, coming down
Coming down, coming down
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.67] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[00:14.69] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[00:20.43] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[00:25.73] Makes a body feel alone
[00:31.28] And there's nothing sure to dying
[00:36.56] Half as lonesome as the sound
[00:42.42] On a sleepy city sidewalk
[00:47.67] Sunday morning coming down
[00:51.51]
[01:02.92] Well I woke up Sunday morning
[01:05.27] With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
[01:13.30] And the beer I had for breakfast
[01:16.67] Wasn't bad so I had one more for desert
[01:24.74] Then I fumbled through my closet
[01:27.46] For my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
[01:35.67] And I shaved my face and combed my hair
[01:38.52] And stumbled down the stair to meet the day
[01:46.50] Well I'd smoke my brain the night before
[01:49.23] With cigarettes and songs I'd been a picking
[01:57.13] But I lit my first and watched the small kid
[02:00.57] Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
[02:08.42] Then I crossed the empty street and caught
[02:11.13] The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[02:18.95] And it took me back to something
[02:21.84] That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
[02:28.40] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[02:33.49] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[02:39.19] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[02:44.56] Makes a body feel alone
[02:49.87] And there sometihin's gonna dying
[02:55.04] Half as lonesome as the sound
[03:00.54] On a sleepy city sidewalk
[03:05.95] Sunday morning coming down
[03:12.04]
[04:01.03] In the park I saw a daddy
[04:04.07] With the laughing little girl that he was swinging
[04:11.78] And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[04:14.80] And listened to the songs they were singing
[04:22.84] Then I headed back for home
[04:24.80] And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
[04:33.58] And it echoed through the canyons
[04:36.26] Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[04:42.67] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[04:47.97] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[04:53.33] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[04:58.71] Makes a body feel alone
[05:04.13] And there's nothing sure to dying
[05:09.30] Half as lonesome as the sound
[05:14.73] On a sleepy city sidewalk
[05:19.84] Sunday morning coming down
[05:26.14] Coming down, coming down
[05:36.65] Coming down, coming down
[05:42.61] Coming down, coming down
[05:47.96]
[00:14.69] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[00:20.43] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[00:25.73] Makes a body feel alone
[00:31.28] And there's nothing sure to dying
[00:36.56] Half as lonesome as the sound
[00:42.42] On a sleepy city sidewalk
[00:47.67] Sunday morning coming down
[00:51.51]
[01:02.92] Well I woke up Sunday morning
[01:05.27] With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
[01:13.30] And the beer I had for breakfast
[01:16.67] Wasn't bad so I had one more for desert
[01:24.74] Then I fumbled through my closet
[01:27.46] For my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
[01:35.67] And I shaved my face and combed my hair
[01:38.52] And stumbled down the stair to meet the day
[01:46.50] Well I'd smoke my brain the night before
[01:49.23] With cigarettes and songs I'd been a picking
[01:57.13] But I lit my first and watched the small kid
[02:00.57] Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
[02:08.42] Then I crossed the empty street and caught
[02:11.13] The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[02:18.95] And it took me back to something
[02:21.84] That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
[02:28.40] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[02:33.49] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[02:39.19] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[02:44.56] Makes a body feel alone
[02:49.87] And there sometihin's gonna dying
[02:55.04] Half as lonesome as the sound
[03:00.54] On a sleepy city sidewalk
[03:05.95] Sunday morning coming down
[03:12.04]
[04:01.03] In the park I saw a daddy
[04:04.07] With the laughing little girl that he was swinging
[04:11.78] And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[04:14.80] And listened to the songs they were singing
[04:22.84] Then I headed back for home
[04:24.80] And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
[04:33.58] And it echoed through the canyons
[04:36.26] Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[04:42.67] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[04:47.97] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[04:53.33] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[04:58.71] Makes a body feel alone
[05:04.13] And there's nothing sure to dying
[05:09.30] Half as lonesome as the sound
[05:14.73] On a sleepy city sidewalk
[05:19.84] Sunday morning coming down
[05:26.14] Coming down, coming down
[05:36.65] Coming down, coming down
[05:42.61] Coming down, coming down
[05:47.96]