Letra de Sunday Morning Coming Down (Live At The Paramount Theatre, NJ/1990)
(Mmm got a lot of request answer tonight But here is a song I liked to do sometimes For me too because Singing these words with reflecting back home where I've been Is important for me to do sometime 'Cause I don't want to lose track of where else I'm trying to go Right now I'm an ass break parking that's goodI dedicate this to Kris Kristofferson too 'cause he wrote it in Especially to Kris 'cause he just had a birthday he was 81Well woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurtAnd 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'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' That I lit my first and watched a small boy Cursin' at a can that he was kickingI crossed the empty street Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd 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 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 they were singin' I headed down the road Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterdayOn a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something about a Sunday That makes a body feel alone There ain't nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday mornin' comin' down