Sunday Morning Coming Down (Live at Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY - March 1990) - The Highwaymen/Willie Nelson/Johnny Cash/Waylon Jennings/Kris Kristofferson

Written by：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 in my closet through my clothes

Found my cleanest dirty shirt

Then I washed my face and combed my hair

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

Caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken

Cord it took me back to something that I'd lost

Somewhere somehow along the way

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing lord that I was stoned

Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

Cunday 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

Listened to the songs they day singing

Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing

And it echoed through the canyon

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing lord that I was stoned

Cause there's something about Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down