Letra de Sunday Morning Coming Down (1988 Version)
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 Stumbled down the stairs to meet the dayI smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small boy Cursing at a can that he's been kicking I crossed the empty street Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I lost somewhere, somehow along the wayOn 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 Oh and there ain't nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday mornin' comin' downIn the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school Listened to the songs that they were singin' I headed down the road Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyons Like a disappearing dream of yesterdayOn a Sunday morning sidewalk Oh I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something about Sunday That'll make your body feel alone Oh and there ain't nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday mornin' comin' down