Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down, artist - Johnny Cash.
Date of issue: 08.01.2007
Song language: English
Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down |
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 through my closet for 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 brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that I’ve been |
pickin' |
And I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin' at the can that he’s |
kickin' |
Then I crossed the empty street and caught |
The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken |
And it took me back to something 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 makes a body feel alone |
There ain’t nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound |
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down |
In the park I saw a daddy with the laughin' little girl that he was swingin' |
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were |
singin' |
Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin' |
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday |
On the Sunday morning sidewalk… |
On the Sunday morning sidewalk… |