Sunday Morning Coming Down (1988 Version) - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什)
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
And stumbled down
The stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes
And songs I'd been picking
But I lit my first
And watched a small kid
Playing with a can
That he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell
Of someone frying chicken
And Lord it took me back
To something that I'd lost
Somewhere somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl
That he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs
They were singing
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down
