I'm posting this song just because I love the song and Kris Kristofferson...just because I am in this kind of mood today... and well, just because it is a Sunday. Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Kris 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 kickin'.
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to something
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 nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singing.
Then 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 morning sidewalks
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down.