Исполнитель: | Johnny Cash (English) |
Пользователь: | rlcsinger |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
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Sunday Morning Coming Down
recorded by Johnny Cash
written by Kris Kristofferson
G
Well I woke up Sunday morning
C G
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast
Em D7
Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert
G
Then I fumbled in my closet through
C G
My clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
D7
Than I washed my face and combed my hair and
G
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 lost somewhere somehow along the way
chorus
C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
G
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
D7
Cause there's something in a Sunday
G
That makes a body feel alone
C
And there's nothing short of dieing
G
That's half as lonesome as the sound
D7
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
G
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 canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
repeat chorus