Sunday morning coming down
Nat stuckeyAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for desert
Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Well I'd smoke my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs that'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid coursin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I acrossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something that I've lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the 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 sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy with the laughing little girl he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singing
Then I headed back for home somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk...
Mais ouvidas de Nat stuckey
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- I Got You
- Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
- Plastic Saddle
- Let It Be Me
- I Used It All On You
- Did You Let Your Light Shine (with connie smith)
- House Of The Rising Sun
- Lookin' For a Way
- Caffein Nicotine Benzedrine (and Wish Me Luck)
- Woman Of Hurt
- Don't You Ever Get Tired (of Hurtin' Me)
- Half The Love
- Even The Bad Times Are Good (with connie smith)
- I Knew Her When
- Whispering Hope
- Delta Dawn
- Before I Found The Wine
- Weren't The Roses Beautiful In May
- You Make Me Feel Like a Man