Sunday Morning Coming Down-Lynn Anderson

[ti:Sunday Morning Coming Down] [ar:Lynn Anderson] [al:Rose Garden] [by:] [offset:0] [00:01.23]Sunday Morning Coming Down (周日早上已至) - Lynn Anderson [00:02.74]Written by：Kris Kristofferson [00:04.17] [00:08.79]Well I woke up Sunday morning [00:11.07]With no way to hold my head [00:13.73]That didn't hurt [00:15.64] [00:20.26]And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [00:23.16]Bad so I had one more for dessert [00:26.89] [00:31.58]Then I fumbled through my closet [00:33.60]For my clothes [00:35.17]And found my cleanest dirty shirt [00:38.00] [00:42.76]And I shaved my face [00:44.14]And combed my hair [00:45.22] [00:46.00]And stumbled down the stairs [00:47.62]To meet the day [00:49.42] [00:53.65]I'd smoked my brain the night before [00:56.54]With cigarettes and songs [00:58.64]That I've been pickin' [01:00.67] [01:04.79]But I lit my first and watched a small kid [01:07.89]Cussin' at a can that he was kicking [01:11.12] [01:15.82]Then I crossed the empty street and [01:18.12]Caught the Sunday smell [01:19.98]Of someone frying chicken [01:22.81] [01:26.91]And it took me back to something [01:29.31]That I'd lost somehow [01:30.86]Somewhere along the way [01:33.31] [01:36.10]On the Sunday morning sidewalk [01:39.13] [01:41.65]Wishing lord that I was stoned [01:44.36] [01:47.12]Cause there's something in a Sunday [01:50.06] [01:52.57]That makes a body feel alone [01:55.07] [01:57.90]And there's nothing short of dying [02:00.56] [02:03.30]Half as lonesome as the sound [02:05.87] [02:08.85]On the sleeping city sidewalk [02:11.62] [02:14.11]Sunday morning coming down [02:16.74] [02:21.58]In the park I saw a daddy [02:23.66] [02:24.29]With a laughing little girl [02:26.40]He was swinging [02:27.91] [02:32.58]And I stopped beside the Sunday school [02:35.35]And listened to the song [02:37.64]That they were singing [02:38.93] [02:43.52]Then I headed back for home [02:45.72]And somewhere far away [02:47.76]A lonely bell was ringing [02:50.09] [02:54.65]And it echoed through the canyon like [02:57.58]The disappearing dreams of yesterday [03:00.36] [03:03.84]On the Sunday morning sidewalk [03:06.74] [03:09.35]Wishing lord that I was stoned [03:11.94] [03:14.67]Cause there is something in a Sunday [03:17.36] [03:20.11]That makes a body feel alone [03:22.51] [03:25.43]And there's nothing short of dying [03:28.13] [03:30.84]Half as lonesome as the sound [03:33.40] [03:36.25]On the sleeping city sidewalk [03:38.96] [03:41.54]Sunday morning coming down