Song : Sunday Morning Coming Down
Album : The Johnny Cash Show
Category : Johnny Cash
Songwriter (s) :
Publisher : Johnny Cash
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 In My Closet To My Clothes And Found My Cleanest Dirty Shirt
Then I Washed My Face And Combed My Hair
And Stumbled Down The Stairs To Meet The Day
I’d Smoke My Mind The Night Before With Cigarettes And Songs I’d Been Picking
But I Lit My First And Watched The Small Kid
Playing With The Can That He Was Kicking
Then I Walked Across The Street
And Caught The Sunday Smell Of Someone’s Frying Chicken
And Lord It Took Me Back To Something
That I’d Lost Somewhere Somehow Along The Way
On The Sunday Morning Sidewalk I’m Wishing Lord That I Was Stoned
Cause There’s Something In A Sunday That Makes A Body Feel Alone
And There’s Nothing Sure To Dying That’s Half As Lonesome As The Sound
Of The Sleeping City Sidewalk And 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 Down The Street
And Somewhere Far Away A Lonely Bell Was Ringing
And It Echoed Through The Canyons Like The Disappearing Dreams Of Yesterday
On The Sunday Morning Sidewalk…