Sunday Morning Coming Down 
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
First release by: Ray Stevens - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1971 - Søndag Morgen (by John Mogensen)
1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs)
1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)



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 
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair 
And 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 
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And Lord, 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 
And Sunday 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 
And listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed down the street
And 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 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 
And Sunday morning coming down