[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:00.94]Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down - Sammi Smith [00:11.99]Well I woke up Sunday morning [00:16.01]With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt [00:24.81]And the beer I had for breakfast hadn't bad [00:29.92]So I had one more for desert [00:36.59]Then I fumbled through my closet to my clothes [00:41.53]And found my cleanest dirty shirt [00:48.96]Then I washed my face and combed my hair [00:53.48]And stumbled down the stairs to greet the day [01:01.09]Well I'd smoke my brain the night before [01:03.53]With cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking [01:13.54]But I lit my first and watched the small kid [01:17.65]Cursin' at a can that he was kicking [01:25.52]Then across the empty street [01:28.47]I caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken [01:37.76]And it took me back to something [01:41.55]I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way [01:48.01]On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that I was stoned [02:00.77]Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone [02:12.58]And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound [02:25.40]Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down [02:39.12]In the park I saw a daddy [02:42.76]With the laughing little girl he was swinging [02:51.38]And I stopped beside a Sunday school [02:55.97]And listened to the song they were singing [03:03.60]Then I headed back for home [03:06.69]And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing [03:15.82]And it echoed through the canyons [03:19.51]Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday [03:25.97]On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that I was stoned [03:38.49]Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone [03:50.56]And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound [04:03.10]Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down [04:15.15]Om the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:00.94]Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down - Sammi Smith
[00:11.99]Well I woke up Sunday morning
[00:16.01]With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
[00:24.81]And the beer I had for breakfast hadn't bad
[00:29.92]So I had one more for desert
[00:36.59]Then I fumbled through my closet to my clothes
[00:41.53]And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:48.96]Then I washed my face and combed my hair
[00:53.48]And stumbled down the stairs to greet the day
[01:01.09]Well I'd smoke my brain the night before
[01:03.53]With cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking
[01:13.54]But I lit my first and watched the small kid
[01:17.65]Cursin' at a can that he was kicking
[01:25.52]Then across the empty street
[01:28.47]I caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[01:37.76]And it took me back to something
[01:41.55]I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
[01:48.01]On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that I was stoned
[02:00.77]Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone
[02:12.58]And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound
[02:25.40]Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
[02:39.12]In the park I saw a daddy
[02:42.76]With the laughing little girl he was swinging
[02:51.38]And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[02:55.97]And listened to the song they were singing
[03:03.60]Then I headed back for home
[03:06.69]And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
[03:15.82]And it echoed through the canyons
[03:19.51]Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[03:25.97]On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that I was stoned
[03:38.49]Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone
[03:50.56]And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound
[04:03.10]Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
[04:15.15]Om the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down