Sunday Morning Coming Down

Текст песни JOHNNY CASH - Sunday Morning Coming Down <br/> Well I woke up Sunday morning <br />With no way to hold my head, that didn&#039;t hurt <br />And the beer I had for breakfast wasn&#039;t bad<br />So I had one more for dessert<br />Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes <br />And found my cleanest dirty shirt<br />Then I washed my face and combed my hair <br />( )<br />And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day<br /><br />I&#039;d smoked my mind the night before <br />With cigarettes and the songs I&#039;d been pickin&#039; <br />But I lit my first and watched a small kid <br />Playin&#039; with a can that he was kicking <br />Then I walked across the street <br />And caught the Sunday smell of someone&#039;s fryin&#039; chicken <br />And it took me back to somethin&#039; <br />That I&#039;d lost somewhere, somehow along the way<br /><br />On a Sunday morning sidewalk <br />I&#039;m wishing Lord that I was stoned <br />&#039;Cause there&#039;s something in a Sunday <br />That makes a body feel alone<br />And there&#039;s nothin&#039; short of dyin&#039; <br />That&#039;s half as lonesome as the sound <br />Of a sleepin&#039; city sidewalk <br />And Sunday mornin&#039; comin&#039; down<br /><br />In the park I saw a daddy <br />With a laughin&#039; little girl who he was swingin&#039; <br />And I stopped beside a Sunday school <br />And listened to the songs they were singin&#039; <br />Then I headed down the street <br />And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin&#039; <br />And it echoed thru the canyon <br />Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday<br /><br />On a Sunday morning sidewalk <br />I&#039;m wishing Lord that I was stoned <br />&#039;Cause there&#039;s something in a Sunday <br />That makes a body feel alone<br />And there&#039;s nothin&#039; short of dyin&#039; <br />That&#039;s half as lonesome as the sound <br />Of a sleepin&#039; city sidewalk <br />And Sunday mornin&#039; comin&#039; down<br />