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

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

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