Sunday Morning Coming Down.

Sunday Morning Coming Down Johnny Cash 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 in my closet, through my clothes, found my cleanest, dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair, and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. I'd smoked my mind the night before, with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking but I lit my first and watched a small kid, playing with a can that he was kicking Then I walked across the street, and caught the Sunday smell of someones frying chicken and Lord it took me back to something, that I lost somewhere somehow along the way On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned Cause there is something in a Sunday, that makes somebody feel alone And there's nothing short of dieing, That's half as lonesome as the sound of a sleeping city sidewalk, and Sunday morning coming down In the park I saw a Daddy, with a laughing little girl that he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school, and listened to the songs they were singing Then I headed down the street, and some where far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons, like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned Cause there is something in a Sunday, that makes somebody feel alone And there's nothing short of dieing, That's half as lonesome as the sound of a sleeping city sidewalk, and Sunday morning coming down FB Driving like hell is not the only way to be there!