Song : Sunday Morning Coming Down
Album : The Essential Johnny Cash – Disc 2
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 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
And Stumbled Down The Stairs To Meet The Day
I’d Smoked My Mind The Night Before
With Cigarettes And Songs I’d Been Picking’
But I Lit My First And Watched A Small Kid
Playing’ With A 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 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
And There’s Nothing’ Short A’ 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 A 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 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
And There’s Nothing’ Short A’ Dying’
That’s Half As Lonesome As The Sound
Of The Sleeping’ City Sidewalk
And Sunday Morning’ Coming’ Down