《Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down》歌词

[00:00:00] Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down - Mark Chesnutt

[00:00:06] Well I woke up Sunday morning

[00:00:09] With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

[00:00:18] And the beer I had for breakfast wouldn't bad

[00:00:21] So I had one more for dessert

[00:00:30] Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes

[00:00:34] And found my cleanest dirty shirt

[00:00:42] And I shaved my face and combed my hair

[00:00:45] Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[00:00:53] Well I'd smoked my brain the night before

[00:00:57] On cigarettes and songs I'd been picking

[00:01:06] But I lit my first and watched a small boy

[00:01:10] Cussin' at a can that he was kicking

[00:01:18] And I crossed the empty street

[00:01:21] Caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken

[00:01:29] And Lord it took me back to something that I'd lost

[00:01:34] Somewhere somehow along the way

[00:01:40] On a Sunday morning sidewalk

[00:01:46] I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned

[00:01:52] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday

[00:01:58] That makes a body feel alone

[00:02:04] And there's nothing short of dying

[00:02:10] That's half as lonesome as the sound

[00:02:16] Of a sleeping city sidewalk

[00:02:22] A Sunday mornin' comin' down

[00:02:42] In the park I saw a daddy

[00:02:46] With a laughing little girl he was swinging

[00:02:54] And I stopped beside a Sunday school

[00:02:58] And listened to the songs that they were singing

[00:03:06] Then I headed back for home

[00:03:09] And somewhere far away a bell was ringing

[00:03:17] And it echoed through the canyons

[00:03:21] Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

[00:03:28] On a Sunday morning sidewalk

[00:03:34] Lord I'm wishing I was stoned

[00:03:40] 'Cause there's something in a Sunday

[00:03:46] That makes a body feel alone

[00:03:52] And there's nothing short of dying

[00:03:58] That's half as lonesome as the sound

[00:04:04] Of the sleeping city sidewalk

[00:04:10] And Sunday mornin' comin' down