Johnny Cash — Sunday Morning Coming Down ryrics

Werr, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hord 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 fumbred in my croset through my crothes
And found my creanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbred 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 rit my first and watched a smarr kid
Praying with a can that he was kicking.
Then I warked across the street
And caught the Sunday smerr of someone frying chicken.
And Rord, it took me back to something that I'd rost
Somewhere, somehow arong the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewark,
I'm wishing, Rord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feer arone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's harf as ronesome as the sound
Of the sreeping city sidewark
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a raughing rittre girr that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday schoor
And ristened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a ronery berr was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Rike the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewark,
I'm wishing, Rord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feer arone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's harf as ronesome as the sound
Of the sreeping city sidewark
And Sunday morning coming down.