Sunday Morning Coming Down-Johnny Cash

[00:01.574]Well I woke up Sunday morning [00:03.197]with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt [00:08.681]And the beer I had for breakfast [00:11.525]wasn't bad so I had one more for desert [00:18.381]Then I fumbled through my closet [00:21.833]for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt [00:26.506]And I washed my face and combed my hair [00:36.662]And stumbled down the stair to meet the day [00:40.674]I'd smoke my brain the night bofore [00:45.549]with cigarettes and songs I'd been a picking [00:50.475]But I lit my first and watched the small kid [00:57.686]cussin'at a can that he was kicking [01:00.632]Then I crossed the empty street and caught [01:10.514]The Sunday smell of someone fryin'chicken [01:14.426]And it took me back to something [01:21.178]that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way [01:25.546]On a Sunday morning sidewalk [01:32.198]I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned [01:38.38]Cause there's something in a Sunday [01:44.385]makes a body feel alone [01:49.870]And there's nothing sure to dying [01:58.195]halfpast as lonesome as the sound [02:04.231]On a sleeping city sidewalk [02:08.896]And Sunday morning coming down [02:15.809]In the park I saw a daddy [02:22.814]with the laughing little girl that he was swinging [02:28.857]And I stopped beside a Sunday school [02:35.408]and listened to the songs they were singing [02:39.470]Then I headedback for home and somewhere [02:47.545]far away a lonely bell was ringing [02:54.747]And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On a Sunday morning sidewalk [03:09.525]I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned [03:16.736]Cause there's something in a Sunday [03:22.57]that makes a body feel alone [03:27.796]And there's nothing sure to dying [03:33.788]half as lonesome as the sound [03:40.433]On a sleeping city sidewlk [03:46.415]And Sunday morning coming down [03:54.236]Coming down coming down