Sunday Morning Coming Down - Live
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๐ Lyrics
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 the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
And Lord, it took me back to somethin'
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 nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearin' 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 nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
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 the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
And Lord, it took me back to somethin'
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 nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearin' 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 nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.85] Well I woke up Sunday morning
[00:03.55] With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
[00:09.88] And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:13.97] So I had one more for dessert
[00:19.36] Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
[00:23.47] And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:31.56] Then I washed my face and combed my hair
[00:34.72] And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[00:41.41] I'd smoked my mind the night before
[00:45.05] With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
[00:53.14] But I lit my first and watched a small kid
[00:56.58] Playin' with a can that he was kicking
[01:05.55] Then I walked across the street
[01:08.30] And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
[01:17.92] And Lord, it took me back to somethin'
[01:21.18] That I'd lost somewhere, somehow, along the way
[01:28.33] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[01:34.28] I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
[01:40.55] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[01:45.93] That makes a body feel alone
[01:52.77] And there's nothin' short of dyin'
[01:58.77] That's half as lonesome as the sound
[02:05.05] Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
[02:10.46] And Sunday mornin' comin' down
[02:18.56] In the park I saw a daddy
[02:22.15] With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
[02:31.16] And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[02:34.72] And listened to the songs they were singin'
[02:43.09] Then I headed down the street
[02:46.03] And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
[02:55.15] And it echoed through the canyon
[02:58.34] Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
[03:05.38] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:11.23] I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
[03:17.22] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[03:23.44] That makes a body feel alone
[03:28.90] And there's nothin' short of dyin'
[03:35.08] That's half as lonesome as the sound
[03:41.57] Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[03:47.12] And Sunday mornin' comin' down
[03:56.23]
[00:03.55] With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
[00:09.88] And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:13.97] So I had one more for dessert
[00:19.36] Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
[00:23.47] And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:31.56] Then I washed my face and combed my hair
[00:34.72] And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[00:41.41] I'd smoked my mind the night before
[00:45.05] With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
[00:53.14] But I lit my first and watched a small kid
[00:56.58] Playin' with a can that he was kicking
[01:05.55] Then I walked across the street
[01:08.30] And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
[01:17.92] And Lord, it took me back to somethin'
[01:21.18] That I'd lost somewhere, somehow, along the way
[01:28.33] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[01:34.28] I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
[01:40.55] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[01:45.93] That makes a body feel alone
[01:52.77] And there's nothin' short of dyin'
[01:58.77] That's half as lonesome as the sound
[02:05.05] Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
[02:10.46] And Sunday mornin' comin' down
[02:18.56] In the park I saw a daddy
[02:22.15] With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
[02:31.16] And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[02:34.72] And listened to the songs they were singin'
[02:43.09] Then I headed down the street
[02:46.03] And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
[02:55.15] And it echoed through the canyon
[02:58.34] Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
[03:05.38] On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:11.23] I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
[03:17.22] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[03:23.44] That makes a body feel alone
[03:28.90] And there's nothin' short of dyin'
[03:35.08] That's half as lonesome as the sound
[03:41.57] Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[03:47.12] And Sunday mornin' comin' down
[03:56.23]