nothin’ short of dyin’

’Cause there’s somethin’ in a Sunday, that makes a body feel alone’

Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

Well, I woke up Sunday mornin’
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 for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I’d smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I’d been pickin’
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin’ with a can that he was kickin’

Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken
And Lord it took me back to somethin’
That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way

On a Sunday mornin’ sidewalk
I’m wishin’ Lord that I was stoned
’Cause there’s somethin’ in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’
As half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin’ city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin’ comin’ down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin’ little girl that he was swingin’
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin’

Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin’
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearin’ dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday mornin’ sidewalk
I’m wishin’ Lord that I was stoned
’Cause there’s somethin’ in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’
As half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin’ city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin’ comin’ down

Songwriter: Kris Kristofferson

Singer: Johnny Cash


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