Sunday Morning Coming Down (1988 Version)
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๐ ID: 12846400
๐ 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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small boy
Cursing at a can that he's been kicking
I crossed the empty street
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And 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 a body feel alone
Oh and there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' 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
Listened to the songs that they were singin'
I headed down the road
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like a disappearing dream of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Oh I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something about Sunday
That'll make your body feel alone
Oh and there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small boy
Cursing at a can that he's been kicking
I crossed the empty street
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And 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 a body feel alone
Oh and there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' 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
Listened to the songs that they were singin'
I headed down the road
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like a disappearing dream of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Oh I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something about Sunday
That'll make your body feel alone
Oh and there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.91] Well I woke up Sunday morning
[00:11.57] With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
[00:17.01] And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:20.80] So I had one more for dessert
[00:28.16] Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
[00:31.98] And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:39.37] Then I washed my face and combed my hair
[00:42.72] Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[00:47.73] I smoked my mind the night before
[00:50.88] With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
[00:58.77] But I lit my first and watched a small boy
[01:02.64] Cursing at a can that he's been kicking
[01:10.07] I crossed the empty street
[01:13.02] Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[01:21.27] And it took me back to somethin'
[01:24.29] That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way
[01:30.96] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[01:36.26] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[01:42.33] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[01:47.65] That makes a body feel alone
[01:52.30] Oh and there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
[01:59.19] Half as lonesome as the sound
[02:04.75] Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[02:10.50] Sunday mornin' comin' down
[02:17.63] In the park I saw a daddy
[02:20.38] With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
[02:27.42] And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[02:30.97] Listened to the songs that they were singin'
[02:38.66] I headed down the road
[02:41.06] Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
[02:49.93] And it echoed through the canyons
[02:52.75] Like a disappearing dream of yesterday
[02:59.74] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:04.03] Oh I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[03:10.95] 'Cause there's something about Sunday
[03:16.11] That'll make your body feel alone
[03:21.11] Oh and there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
[03:27.62] Half as lonesome as the sound
[03:33.22] Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[03:39.94] Sunday mornin' comin' down
[03:43.30]
[00:11.57] With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
[00:17.01] And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:20.80] So I had one more for dessert
[00:28.16] Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
[00:31.98] And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:39.37] Then I washed my face and combed my hair
[00:42.72] Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[00:47.73] I smoked my mind the night before
[00:50.88] With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
[00:58.77] But I lit my first and watched a small boy
[01:02.64] Cursing at a can that he's been kicking
[01:10.07] I crossed the empty street
[01:13.02] Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[01:21.27] And it took me back to somethin'
[01:24.29] That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way
[01:30.96] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[01:36.26] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[01:42.33] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[01:47.65] That makes a body feel alone
[01:52.30] Oh and there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
[01:59.19] Half as lonesome as the sound
[02:04.75] Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[02:10.50] Sunday mornin' comin' down
[02:17.63] In the park I saw a daddy
[02:20.38] With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
[02:27.42] And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[02:30.97] Listened to the songs that they were singin'
[02:38.66] I headed down the road
[02:41.06] Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
[02:49.93] And it echoed through the canyons
[02:52.75] Like a disappearing dream of yesterday
[02:59.74] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:04.03] Oh I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[03:10.95] 'Cause there's something about Sunday
[03:16.11] That'll make your body feel alone
[03:21.11] Oh and there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
[03:27.62] Half as lonesome as the sound
[03:33.22] Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[03:39.94] Sunday mornin' comin' down
[03:43.30]