作词 : Kris Kristofferson 作曲 : Kris Kristofferson Sunday Mornin'Comin'Down （Live）-Kris Kristofferson/Willie Nelson Written by ：Kris Kristofferson 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 through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt An'I shaved my face and combed my hair An'stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before On cigarettes and songs I'd been picking But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin'at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street 'N caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin'chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing lord that I was stoned 'Cos there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone And there's nothin'short of dying Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin'city sidewalks Sunday mornin'comin'down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin'little girl who he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the song they were singing Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing lord that I was stoned 'Cos there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone And there's nothin'short of dying Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin'city sidewalks Sunday mornin'comin'down
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kris Kristofferson [00:00.220] 作曲 : Kris Kristofferson [00:00.440]Sunday Mornin'Comin'Down （Live）-Kris Kristofferson/Willie Nelson [00:02.368]Written by ：Kris Kristofferson [00:14.576]Well I woke up Sunday morning [00:18.688]With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt [00:27.171]And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad [00:32.281]So I had one more for dessert [00:39.985]Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes [00:45.137]And found my cleanest dirty shirt [00:52.81]An'I shaved my face and combed my hair [00:56.161]An'stumbled down the stairs to meet the day [01:03.825]I'd smoked my brain the night before [01:08.89]On cigarettes and songs I'd been picking [01:16.348]But I lit my first and watched a small kid [01:21.146]Cussin'at a can that he was kicking [01:28.842]Then I crossed the empty street [01:31.777]'N caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin'chicken [01:40.994]And it took me back to somethin' [01:43.858]That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way [01:51.425]On the Sunday morning sidewalk [01:57.530]Wishing lord that I was stoned [02:04.288]'Cos there's something in a Sunday [02:09.872]Makes a body feel alone [02:16.232]And there's nothin'short of dying [02:21.920]Half as lonesome as the sound [02:28.480]On the sleepin'city sidewalks [02:33.976]Sunday mornin'comin'down [02:42.136]In the park I saw a daddy [02:45.112]With a laughin'little girl who he was swinging [02:54.491]And I stopped beside a Sunday school [02:58.627]And listened to the song they were singing [03:06.635]Then I headed back for home [03:09.323]And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing [03:18.503]And it echoed through the canyons [03:22.143]Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday [03:29.365]On the Sunday morning sidewalk [03:35.533]Wishing lord that I was stoned [03:41.974]'Cos there's something in a Sunday [03:47.622]Makes a body feel alone [03:53.742]And there's nothin'short of dying [03:59.531]Half as lonesome as the sound [04:05.987]On the sleepin'city sidewalks [04:11.795]Sunday mornin'comin'down
