Sunday Morning Coming Down - Live At The Paramount Theatre, NJ/1990
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๐ ID: 7022550
๐ Lyrics
(Mmm got a lot of request answer tonight
But here is a song I liked to do sometimes
For me too because
Singing these words with reflecting back home where I've been
Is important for me to do sometime
'Cause I don't want to lose track of where else I'm trying to go
Right now I'm an ass break parking that's good
I dedicate this to Kris Kristofferson too 'cause he wrote it in
Especially to Kris 'cause he just had a birthday he was 81
Well 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'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
That I lit my first and watched a small boy
Cursin' at a can that he was kicking
I crossed the empty street
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
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
That makes a body feel alone
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 they were singin'
I headed down the road
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something about a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down
But here is a song I liked to do sometimes
For me too because
Singing these words with reflecting back home where I've been
Is important for me to do sometime
'Cause I don't want to lose track of where else I'm trying to go
Right now I'm an ass break parking that's good
I dedicate this to Kris Kristofferson too 'cause he wrote it in
Especially to Kris 'cause he just had a birthday he was 81
Well 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'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
That I lit my first and watched a small boy
Cursin' at a can that he was kicking
I crossed the empty street
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
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
That makes a body feel alone
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 they were singin'
I headed down the road
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something about a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
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
[00:08.17] (Mmm got a lot of request answer tonight
[00:10.97] But here is a song I liked to do sometimes
[00:13.59] For me too because
[00:15.32] Singing these words with reflecting back home where I've been
[00:18.89] Is important for me to do sometime
[00:20.78] 'Cause I don't want to lose track of where else I'm trying to go
[00:24.36] Right now I'm an ass break parking that's good
[00:26.36]
[00:30.83] I dedicate this to Kris Kristofferson too 'cause he wrote it in
[00:34.24] Especially to Kris 'cause he just had a birthday he was 81
[00:43.34] Well woke up Sunday morning
[00:46.17] With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
[00:51.55] And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:55.89] So I had one more for dessert
[01:02.88] Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
[01:06.93] And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[01:14.76] Then I washed my face and combed my hair
[01:18.40] Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[01:22.77] I'd smoked my mind the night before
[01:26.78] With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
[01:34.41] That I lit my first and watched a small boy
[01:37.97] Cursin' at a can that he was kicking
[01:42.26]
[01:46.40] I crossed the empty street
[01:49.45] Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[01:58.04] And it took me back to somethin'
[02:00.95] That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way
[02:08.07] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[02:13.37] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[02:19.65] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[02:25.18] That makes a body feel alone
[02:31.18] There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
[02:36.99] Half as lonesome as the sound
[02:42.83] Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[02:48.53] Sunday mornin' comin' down
[02:56.18] In the park I saw a daddy
[02:59.56] With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
[03:06.22] And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[03:09.97] Listened to the songs they were singin'
[03:17.82] I headed down the road
[03:20.86] Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
[03:29.10] And it echoed through the canyon
[03:32.87] Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[03:39.83] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:44.46] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[03:50.76] 'Cause there's something about a Sunday
[03:56.51] That makes a body feel alone
[04:02.79] There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
[04:08.43] Half as lonesome as the sound
[04:14.72] Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[04:21.67] Sunday mornin' comin' down
[04:26.33]
[00:10.97] But here is a song I liked to do sometimes
[00:13.59] For me too because
[00:15.32] Singing these words with reflecting back home where I've been
[00:18.89] Is important for me to do sometime
[00:20.78] 'Cause I don't want to lose track of where else I'm trying to go
[00:24.36] Right now I'm an ass break parking that's good
[00:26.36]
[00:30.83] I dedicate this to Kris Kristofferson too 'cause he wrote it in
[00:34.24] Especially to Kris 'cause he just had a birthday he was 81
[00:43.34] Well woke up Sunday morning
[00:46.17] With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
[00:51.55] And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:55.89] So I had one more for dessert
[01:02.88] Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
[01:06.93] And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[01:14.76] Then I washed my face and combed my hair
[01:18.40] Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[01:22.77] I'd smoked my mind the night before
[01:26.78] With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
[01:34.41] That I lit my first and watched a small boy
[01:37.97] Cursin' at a can that he was kicking
[01:42.26]
[01:46.40] I crossed the empty street
[01:49.45] Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[01:58.04] And it took me back to somethin'
[02:00.95] That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way
[02:08.07] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[02:13.37] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[02:19.65] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[02:25.18] That makes a body feel alone
[02:31.18] There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
[02:36.99] Half as lonesome as the sound
[02:42.83] Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[02:48.53] Sunday mornin' comin' down
[02:56.18] In the park I saw a daddy
[02:59.56] With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
[03:06.22] And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[03:09.97] Listened to the songs they were singin'
[03:17.82] I headed down the road
[03:20.86] Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
[03:29.10] And it echoed through the canyon
[03:32.87] Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[03:39.83] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:44.46] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
[03:50.76] 'Cause there's something about a Sunday
[03:56.51] That makes a body feel alone
[04:02.79] There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
[04:08.43] Half as lonesome as the sound
[04:14.72] Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[04:21.67] Sunday mornin' comin' down
[04:26.33]