[00:00.000] 作词 : Kris Kristofferson
[00:00.220] 作曲 : Kris Kristofferson
[00:00.440]Sunday Mornin'Comin'Down （Live）-Kris Kristofferson/Willie Nelson
[00:02.368]Written by ：Kris Kristofferson
[00:14.576]Well I woke up Sunday morning
[00:18.688]With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
[00:27.171]And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:32.281]So I had one more for dessert
[00:39.985]Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
[00:45.137]And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:52.81]An'I shaved my face and combed my hair
[00:56.161]An'stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[01:03.825]I'd smoked my brain the night before
[01:08.89]On cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
[01:16.348]But I lit my first and watched a small kid
[01:21.146]Cussin'at a can that he was kicking
[01:28.842]Then I crossed the empty street
[01:31.777]'N caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin'chicken
[01:40.994]And it took me back to somethin'
[01:43.858]That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
[01:51.425]On the Sunday morning sidewalk
[01:57.530]Wishing lord that I was stoned
[02:04.288]'Cos there's something in a Sunday
[02:09.872]Makes a body feel alone
[02:16.232]And there's nothin'short of dying
[02:21.920]Half as lonesome as the sound
[02:28.480]On the sleepin'city sidewalks
[02:33.976]Sunday mornin'comin'down
[02:42.136]In the park I saw a daddy
[02:45.112]With a laughin'little girl who he was swinging
[02:54.491]And I stopped beside a Sunday school
[02:58.627]And listened to the song they were singing
[03:06.635]Then I headed back for home
[03:09.323]And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
[03:18.503]And it echoed through the canyons
[03:22.143]Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[03:29.365]On the Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:35.533]Wishing lord that I was stoned
[03:41.974]'Cos there's something in a Sunday
[03:47.622]Makes a body feel alone
[03:53.742]And there's nothin'short of dying
[03:59.531]Half as lonesome as the sound
[04:05.987]On the sleepin'city sidewalks
[04:11.795]Sunday mornin'comin'down

作词 : Kris Kristofferson
作曲 : Kris Kristofferson
Sunday Mornin'Comin'Down （Live）-Kris Kristofferson/Willie Nelson
Written by ：Kris Kristofferson
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 through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
An'I shaved my face and combed my hair
An'stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin'at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
'N caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin'chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
'Cos there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin'short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin'city sidewalks
Sunday mornin'comin'down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin'little girl who he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song 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 the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
'Cos there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin'short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin'city sidewalks
Sunday mornin'comin'down