Randy Travis - Sunday Morning Coming Down lyricsrate me
Well I woke up Sunday mornin', with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
& 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 & found my cleanest dirty shirt
& I shaved my face & combed my hair & stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night befo' on, cigarettes & songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first & watched a small kid cussin' at a can, that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street & caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
& it took me back to somethin', that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
cuz there's somethin' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
& there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughin' lil girl who he was swingin'
& I stopped beside a Sunday school & listened to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home & somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
& it echoed through the canyons like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks, wishing Lord, that I was stoned
Cuz there's somethin' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
& there's nothin' short of dying, half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday morning comin' down