Lynn Anderson - Sunday Morning Coming Down lyrics
[Lynn Anderson - Sunday Morning Coming Down 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 desert
Then I fumbled in my closet to my
Clothes and found my cleanest dirty skirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stair to greed the day
I'd smoke my mind the night before with
Cigarettes and songs I've been a picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid
Cursin' 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 somewhere somehow 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
And there's nothing sure to dying half
As lonely as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy with the
Laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and
Listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed back for home and somewhere
Far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
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 in my closet to my
Clothes and found my cleanest dirty skirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stair to greed the day
I'd smoke my mind the night before with
Cigarettes and songs I've been a picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid
Cursin' 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 somewhere somehow 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
And there's nothing sure to dying half
As lonely as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy with the
Laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and
Listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed back for home and somewhere
Far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk