Sunday Mornin Comin Down – Kris Kristofferson：歌詞及意思
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Sunday Mornin Comin Down (1969) – Kris Kristofferson
There ain’t nothin’ short of dyin’
Sunday Mornin Comin Down (1969) – Kris Kristofferson
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks
Sunday mornin’ comin’ down
歌曲 Sunday Mornin Comin Down，由美國歌手 Kris Kristofferson 在1969年唱出。歌曲長達4分25秒，類型屬於Pop 流行曲 及 Country 鄉村，填詞作曲都是由 Kris Kristofferson，歌曲被收錄於專輯《Kristofferson》。在當時，歌曲成功登上美國流行歌曲鄉村分類排行榜第一位。在2021年，歌曲被《滾石》雜誌列入500首最佳歌曲之一。
歌詞方面
填詞作曲都是由 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
And I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I’d smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs that I’d been pickin’
But I lit my first and watched a 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 somethin’
That I’d 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
There ain’t nothin’ short of dyin’
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 swingin’
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the song they were singin’
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin’
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
There ain’t nothin’ short of dyin’
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks
Sunday mornin’ comin’ down
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
Makes your body feel alone
There ain’t nothin’ short of dyin’
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks
Sunday mornin’ comin’ down
