On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm 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 lonesome as the sound On a sleepy city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down
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 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 stair to meet the day I'd smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs I'd been a picking But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street and caught The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way On a Sunday morning sidewalk...
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 headedback for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On a Sunday morning sidewalk...
Coming down coming down
[00:01.12]Willie Nelson - Sunday Morning Coming Down [00:03.18] [00:04.25] [00:08.37] [00:09.95]On a Sunday morning sidewalk [00:15.43]I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned [00:20.89]Cause there's something in a Sunday [00:26.47]makes a body feel alone [00:32.19]And there's nothing sure to dying [00:37.30]half as lonesome as the sound [00:43.19]On a sleepy city sidewalk [00:48.38]Sunday morning coming down [00:54.99] [01:03.48]Well I woke up Sunday morning [01:05.95]with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt [01:14.20]And the beer I had for breakfast [01:17.04]wasn't bad so I had one more for desert [01:25.04]Then I fumbled through my closet [01:27.70]for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt [01:35.97]And I shaved my face and combed my hair [01:39.27]And stumbled down the stair to meet the day [01:47.00]I'd smoke my brain the night before [01:49.83]with cigarettes and songs I'd been a picking [01:57.67]But I lit my first and watched the small kid [02:01.13]cussin' at a can that he was kicking [02:08.63]Then I crossed the empty street and caught [02:11.69]The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken [02:19.66]And it took me back to something [02:22.42]that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way [02:28.98]On a Sunday morning sidewalk... [03:60.00] [04:01.89]In the park I saw a daddy [04:04.48]with the laughing little girl that he was swinging [04:12.60]And I stopped beside a Sunday school [04:15.68]and listened to the songs they were singing [04:23.40]Then I headedback for home and somewhere [04:26.63]far away a lonely bell was ringing [04:31.66] [04:34.23]And it echoed through the canyons [04:37.09]like the disappearing dreams of yesterday [04:43.37]On a Sunday morning sidewalk... [05:26.04] [05:27.04]Coming down coming down [05:45.14]
