Текст песни Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down

From longhair@albany.net Sun May  4 10:14:20 1997
Date: Sun, 30 Mar 1997 18:34:44 -0500
From: Ken 
To: guitar@olga.net, acoustic@olga.net
Subject: CRD: Sunday Morning Coming Down

SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
  By Johnny Cash

Taken from the album "Classic Cash" (c)1988 PolyGram Records

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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair

Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small boy
Cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin'
I crossed the empty street
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way

    On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there ain't nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
                      A 
Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the songs that they were singin'
I headed down the road,
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday