Sunday Morning Coming Down Songtext
von UB40 featuring Ali Campbell & Astro

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
With 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 fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin′
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way


On the Sunday morning sidewalk
I′m wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there′s something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin′
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday mornin′ comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside Sunday school
And listened to the songs that they were singing
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin′
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
′Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there′s nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday mornin′ comin′ down


On the Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
′Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there′s nothin' short of dyin′
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down