Исполнитель: | Johnny Cash (English) |
Пользователь: | Dan Casey |
Длительность: | 260 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
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Sunday Morning Coming Down
recorded by Johnny Cash
written by Kris Kristofferson
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Well I woke up Sunday morning
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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast
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Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert
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Then I fumbled in my closet through
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My clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
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Than I washed my face and combed my hair and
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Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
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I'd smoked my mind the night before
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With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
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But I lit my first and watched
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A small kid playing with a can that he was kicking
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Then I walked across the street
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And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
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And Lord it took me back to something
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That I lost somewhere somehow along the way
chorus
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On a Sunday morning sidewalk
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I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
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Cause there's something in a Sunday
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That makes a body feel alone
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And there's nothing short of dieing
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That's half as lonesome as the sound
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Of the sleeping city sidewalk
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And Sunday morning coming down
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In the park I saw a Daddy
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With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
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And listened to the songs they were singing
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Then I headed down the street
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And somewhere far Away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Am C
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
repeat chorus