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Waylon Jennings
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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
作词:Kris Kristofferson
Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' 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 desert
Then I fumbled through my closet to my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stair to meet the day
Well, I'd smoke my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking But I lit my first and watched the small kid Cussing the can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street and caught The Sunday smell of someone frying chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk Wishing Lord, that I was stoned 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 'Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park, I saw a daddy With the laughin' little girl that he was swinging Then I stopped beside a Sunday school Listened to the songs they were singing
I headed back for home and somewhere far away A lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk Wishing Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone
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