sunday mornin’ comin’ down lyrics – 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
it’s the one i’m wearin’
and i shaved my face and combed my hair
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

i’d smoked my brain the night before
or i smoked so much the night before
with cigarettes and songs that i’ve been pickin’
my mouth was like an ashtray i’d been lickin’
but i lit my first and watched a 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 somethin’
that i’d lost somehow somewhere along the way

chorus:
on the sunday morning sidewalks
wishing lord that i was stoned
’cause there is something in a sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there’s nothin’ short of dyin’
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleepin’ city side walks
sunday mornin’ comin’ down

in the park i saw a daddy
with a laughing little girl who he was swingin’
and i stopped beside a sunday school
and listened to the song that they were singin’
then i headed back for home and
somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin’
and it echoed thru the canyon like
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

chorus:
on the sunday morning sidewalks
wishing lord that i was stoned
’cause there is something in a sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there’s nothin’ short of dyin’
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleepin’ city side walks
sunday mornin’ comin’ down.

/ kris kristofferson lyrics