Текст Billy Ray Cyrus – Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

I’d smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I’d been picking
Then I’d lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussing at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed an empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone’s frying chicken
And it took me back to something
That I’d lost somehow somewhere along the way

On a 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 nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
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 back from somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringing

On a 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 nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down