Kris Kristofferson

Sunday morning coming down (Video)

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 through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid cursing at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way.

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On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'cause there's something in a Sunday [that] makes a body* feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city side walks, Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl who he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singing
Then I headed back for home, and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed thru' the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Chorus

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*Da könnte auch "buddy" gemeint sein; so wie ich K.K. einschätze, soll es aber eine eigene Wortschöpfung für "somebody" sein.

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