Waylon Jennings - Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Lyrics
(Kris Kristofferson)Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' with no wayTo hold my head that didn't hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn't badSo I had one more for desert.Then I fumbled through my closet to my clothesAnd found my cleanest dirty shirtAnd I shaved my face and combed my hairStumbled down the stair to meet the day.Well, I'd smoke my mind the night beforeWith cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickingBut I lit my first and watched the small kidCussing the can that he was kicking.Then I crossed the empty street and caughtThe Sunday smell of someone frying chickenAnd it took me back to somethin'That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.On the Sunday morning sidewalkWishing Lord, that I was stoned'Cause there's something in a SundayMakes a body feel alone.And there's nothing sure to dyingHalf as lonesome as the soundOn the sleeping city sidewalkAnd Sunday morning coming down.In the park I saw a daddyWith the laughin' little girl that he was swingingThen I stopped beside a Sunday schoolListened to the songs they were singing.I headed back for home and somewhere far awayA lonely bell was ringingAnd it echoed through the canyonsLike the disappearing dreams of yesterday.On the Sunday morning sidewalkWishing Lord, that I was stoned'Cause there's something in a SundayMakes a body feel alone...
