Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Ton : AEnglish
WAell I woke up Sunday morning
With no Dway to hold my hEead that didn't hAurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't baDd
So I had oEne more for desAsert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clDothes
And found my cEleanest dirty sAhirt
Then I wDashed my face and cEombed my hair
And sDtumbled down the sEtairs to meet the dAay
I smoked my mind the night before
With cDigarettes and sEongs I'd been pAicking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
PlDaying with a cEan that he was kAicking
Then I walked across the street and caught
The SDunday smell of sEomeone frying cAhicken
Lord it tDook me back to sEomething that
I lDost somewhere someEhow along the Away
On a Sunday morning sDidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was sAtoned
'Cause there's something in a ESunday
That makes a body feel aAlone
And there's nothing short of dDying
That?s half as lonesome as the sAound
Of the sleeping city sEidewalk
And Sunday morning coming dAown
In the park I saw a daddy with a
LaDughing little gEirl that he was sAwinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And lDistened to the sEongs that they were sAinging
Then I headed down the street and somewhere
FaDr away a lEonely bell was rAinging
And it eDchoed through the cEanyon
Like dDisappearing dEreams of yesterAday
On a Sunday morning sDidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was sAtoned
'Cause there's something in a SEunday
That makes a body feel aAlone
And there's nothing short of dDying
That?s half as lonesome as the soAund
Of the sleeping city sEidewalk
And Sunday morning coming dAown.