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[ti:Sunday Morning Coming Down]
[ar:Ferlin Husky]
[al:(RE)discover Ferlin Husky]
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[00:00.00]Sunday Morning Coming Down (Rerecording) - Ferlin Husky
[00:06.86]I woke up Sunday morning
[00:09.63]With no way to hold my head
[00:12.27]That didn't hurt
[00:19.19]And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't
[00:22.91]Bad so I had one for dessert
[00:32.44]Then I fumbled in my closet
[00:35.44]Through my clothes found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:45.05]And I wash my face
[00:47.07]And combed my hair
[00:48.61]And stumbled down the stairs
[00:50.73]To greet the day
[00:57.86]I'd smoked my mind the night before
[01:01.05]With cigarettes and songs
[01:03.67]That I've been pickin'
[01:10.58]And I lit my first and watched a small kid
[01:14.14]Cussin' at a can that he been kickin'
[01:23.30]I crossed the empty street
[01:26.37]Caught the Sunday smell
[01:28.01]Of someone cooking chicken
[01:35.85]And it took me back to something
[01:39.19]That I'd lost somewhere
[01:40.75]Somehow along the way
[01:46.57]On the Sunday morning sidewalk
[01:52.89]Wishing Lord that I was stoned
[01:59.67]Cause there's something in a Sunday
[02:05.24]That makes a body feel alone
[02:11.75]And there's nothing short of dying
[02:17.75]It's half as lonesome as the sound
[02:24.62]On the sleeping city sidewalk
[02:30.39]Sunday morning coming down
[02:38.75]In the park I saw a daddy
[02:41.84]With a laughing little girl
[02:44.98]He was swing in
[02:51.31]And I stopped beside the Sunday school
[02:54.66]To listen to the song
[02:57.58]That they were singing
[03:03.82]I headed on to walk home
[03:06.90]And somewhere far away
[03:09.62]A bell was ringing
[03:16.18]And it echoed thru the canyon like
[03:19.68]The disappearing dreams of yesterday
[03:26.73]On the Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:32.98]Wishing Lord that I was stoned
[03:39.64]Cause there's something in a Sunday
[03:45.14]That makes a body feel alone
[03:51.67]And there's nothing short of dying
[ar:Ferlin Husky]
[al:(RE)discover Ferlin Husky]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Sunday Morning Coming Down (Rerecording) - Ferlin Husky
[00:06.86]I woke up Sunday morning
[00:09.63]With no way to hold my head
[00:12.27]That didn't hurt
[00:19.19]And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't
[00:22.91]Bad so I had one for dessert
[00:32.44]Then I fumbled in my closet
[00:35.44]Through my clothes found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:45.05]And I wash my face
[00:47.07]And combed my hair
[00:48.61]And stumbled down the stairs
[00:50.73]To greet the day
[00:57.86]I'd smoked my mind the night before
[01:01.05]With cigarettes and songs
[01:03.67]That I've been pickin'
[01:10.58]And I lit my first and watched a small kid
[01:14.14]Cussin' at a can that he been kickin'
[01:23.30]I crossed the empty street
[01:26.37]Caught the Sunday smell
[01:28.01]Of someone cooking chicken
[01:35.85]And it took me back to something
[01:39.19]That I'd lost somewhere
[01:40.75]Somehow along the way
[01:46.57]On the Sunday morning sidewalk
[01:52.89]Wishing Lord that I was stoned
[01:59.67]Cause there's something in a Sunday
[02:05.24]That makes a body feel alone
[02:11.75]And there's nothing short of dying
[02:17.75]It's half as lonesome as the sound
[02:24.62]On the sleeping city sidewalk
[02:30.39]Sunday morning coming down
[02:38.75]In the park I saw a daddy
[02:41.84]With a laughing little girl
[02:44.98]He was swing in
[02:51.31]And I stopped beside the Sunday school
[02:54.66]To listen to the song
[02:57.58]That they were singing
[03:03.82]I headed on to walk home
[03:06.90]And somewhere far away
[03:09.62]A bell was ringing
[03:16.18]And it echoed thru the canyon like
[03:19.68]The disappearing dreams of yesterday
[03:26.73]On the Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:32.98]Wishing Lord that I was stoned
[03:39.64]Cause there's something in a Sunday
[03:45.14]That makes a body feel alone
[03:51.67]And there's nothing short of dying
文本歌词
Sunday Morning Coming Down (Rerecording) - Ferlin Husky
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 for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet
Through my clothes found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I wash my face
And combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs
To greet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs
That I've been pickin'
And I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he been kickin'
I crossed the empty street
Caught the Sunday smell
Of someone cooking chicken
And it took me back to something
That I'd lost somewhere
Somehow along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
It's half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl
He was swing in
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
To listen to the song
That they were singing
I headed on to walk home
And somewhere far away
A bell was ringing
And it echoed thru the canyon like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
