Karaoké Sunday Morning Coming Down Johnny Cash

Well I woke up

Sunday mornin'

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 song

I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first and watched a small kid playin' with a can that he was kickin'

Then I walked across the street and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

An' Lord it took me back to somethin'

That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned

'Cos there's somethin' in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone

An' there's nothin' short of dyin'

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk and sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the songs they were singin'

Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

And it echoed through the canyon

Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday

And on a Sunday mornin' sidewalk

I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned

'Cos there's somethin' in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday mornin' comin' down