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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (Album Version) - Kris Kristofferson.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : K. Kristofferson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : K. Kristofferson
[00:06.150]Well, I woke up Sunday morning
[00:09.374]With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
[00:18.141]And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:22.097]So I had one more for dessert
[00:30.755]Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
[00:34.678]And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:42.932]And I shaved my face and combed my hair
[00:46.077]And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[00:55.077]I'd smoked my brain the night before on
[00:58.841]Cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
[01:07.299]But I lit my first and watched a small kid
[01:11.511]Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
[01:19.819]Then I crossed the empty street
[01:22.169]And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[01:31.616]And it took me back to somethin'
[01:34.840]That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
[01:42.199]On the Sunday morning sidewalks
[01:48.392]Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
[01:54.238]'Cause there's something in a Sunday
[02:00.117]Makes a body feel alone
[02:06.643]And there's nothin' short of dyin'
[02:12.507]Half as lonesome as the sound
[02:18.621]On the sleepin' city sidewalks
[02:24.679]Sunday mornin' comin' down
[02:32.424]In the park I saw a daddy
[02:35.383]With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
[02:44.399]And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[02:48.065]Listened to the song that they were singin'
[02:56.760]Then I headed back for home
[02:59.496]And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
[03:09.269]And it echoed through the canyons
[03:11.941]Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[03:19.291]On the Sunday morning sidewalks
[03:25.449]Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
[03:31.243]Cause there's something in a Sunday
[03:37.199]Makes a body feel alone
[03:43.257]And there's nothin' short of dyin'
[03:49.056]Half as lonesome as the sound
[03:54.816]On the sleepin' city sidewalks
[04:00.916]Sunday mornin' comin' down
文本歌词
作词 : K. Kristofferson
作曲 : K. Kristofferson
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
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 kicking
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 somehow, somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing, 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 sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
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
Wishing, 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 sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down