Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down (Live) Kris Kristofferson

[Verse 1]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
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
Washed my face, combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
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 they were singin'
Then I headed back for home somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it took back to somеthing that I lost somehow somewherе along the way

[Chorus]
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down