Sunday Morning Coming Down - Randy Travis (兰迪·特拉维斯)
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 through my closet
For my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair and
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before on
Cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and
Watched a small kid cussin' at a can
That he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street and 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 the Sunday morning sidewalks wishin' Lord
That I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
As half lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a
Sunday school and listened to the song
That they were singin'
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through
The canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
On the sleepin' city side walks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
