Sunday Morning Coming Down Songtext
von Steve Hofmeyr

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, didn′t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast
Wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert
Then I thumbled 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 picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cursing at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to something
That I lost somehow, somewhere along the way


On a Sunday morning sidewalk
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 a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning's coming down

In the park, I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside the 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 ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
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 a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning's coming down


Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Sunday morning′s coming down
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Sunday morning's coming down