Letra de Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down - Vikki Carr

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 through my closet for 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

Well I'd smoked my brain the night before
With cigarette and songs that I'd been singin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
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
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On the sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that 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 canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Sure makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepin' city sidewalk...