Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Lyrics
The song Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down is performed by Kris Kristofferson in the album named Songs of Kristofferson in the year 1990 .
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my hand, 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
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
With cigarettes and the songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cursin' 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 sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's 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 sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's 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 sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down
Kris Kristofferson - Songs of Kristofferson
Oct 1990
- The Silver-Tongued Devil
- Me And Bobby McGee
- Help Me Make It Through The Night
- For The Good Times
- Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
- You Show Me Yours (And I'll Show You Mine)
- The Pilgrim: Chapter 33 (Hang In, Hopper)
- Stranger
- I Got A Life Of My Own
- Why Me
- Who's To Bless And Who's To Blame
Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down