Sunday Morning Coming Down by Johnny Cash lyrics and chords

Sunday Morning Coming Down is one of the most popular songs of the time. Sunday Morning Coming Down lyrics written by Kris Kristofferson. This song has sung by johnny Cash

SingerJohnny Cash
AlbumHave a Little Talk with Myself
Released1969
Tuning E A D G B E

Sunday Morning Coming Down by lyrics:

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 sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk 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 desert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stair to meet the day

***********


I’d smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs I’d been a picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin’ at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken
And it took me back to something that I’d lost somewhere somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk

***********

In the park I saw a daddy with the 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 for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Coming down coming down coming down 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 des-sert

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 songs I’d been picking

but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing

with the can that he was kicking

then I walked across the street

and caught the Sunday smell of someone’s frying chicken

and lord it took me back to some-thin that I lost somewhere

somehow along the way

on a Sunday morning sidewalk

I’m wishing lord, that I was stoned

cause there’s something in a Sunday

that makes the body feel alone

and there’s nothing short of dying

that’s half as lonesome as the sound

of the sleeping city sidewalks

and 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 that they were singing

then I headed down the street

and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ring – ing

and it echoed through the canyons

like our disappearing dreams of yester – day

on a Sunday morning sidewalk

I’m wishing lord, that I was stoned

cause there’s something in a Sunday

that makes the body feel alone

and there’s nothing short of dying

that’s half as lonesome as the sound

of the sleeping city sidewalks

and Sunday morning coming down

Share on:

Leave a Comment

Ads Blocker Image Powered by Code Help Pro

Ads Blocker Detected!!!

We have detected that you are using extensions to block ads. Please support us by disabling these ads blocker.

Powered By
CHP Adblock Detector Plugin | Codehelppro