Sunday Morning Comin` Down
Kris Kristofferson Lyrics

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
The singer has woken up early on a Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
The singer woke up with a headache

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
The singer had beer for breakfast and thought it tasted alright

So I had one more for dessert
The artist had an extra beer after breakfast

Then I fumbled in my closet for my clothes
The artist searched through their closet for clothes

And found my cleanest dirty shirt
The singer found the cleanest shirt they had, but it was still dirty

And I shaved my face and combed my hair
The singer groomed themselves by shaving and combing their hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
The artist awkwardly walked down the stairs to start their day

I'd smoked my brain the night before
The artist had smoked a lot of cigarettes and played music the night before

With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
The artist had been playing guitar and singing songs as they smoked cigarettes

But I lit my first and watched a small kid
The singer lit a cigarette and watched a young child

Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
The child was cursing at and kicking a can

Then I crossed the empty street
The singer crossed a vacant street

And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
The singer smelled someone cooking fried chicken, which reminded them of something from their past

And it took me back to something that I'd lost
The smell of fried chicken made the singer remember something they had lost

Somehow, somewhere along the way
The artist doesn't remember when or how they lost this thing

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
The artist is now walking on a sidewalk on a Sunday morning

Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
The singer wishes they were high on drugs

'Cause there's something in a Sunday
The singer feels a certain way on Sundays

Makes a body feel alone
Sundays make the artist feel lonely

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
The artist feels that only death is more lonesome than how they feel on Sundays

Half as lonesome as the sound
The sound of the artist's surroundings is very lonely

On the sleeping city sidewalks
The sidewalks of the city are deserted because it's so early in the morning

Sunday morning coming down
The artist is experiencing the sadness that is Sunday morning

In the park I saw a daddy
The singer sees a father in a nearby park

With a laughin' little girl who he was swinging
The father is pushing a little girl on a swing and they are both happy

And I stopped beside a Sunday school
The singer stops next to a church where a Sunday school is taking place

And listened to the song that they were singing
The artist listens to the music being sung in the church

Then I headed back for home
The artist starts heading back home

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
The singer hears a bell ringing in the distance, which adds to the loneliness of their day

And it echoed through the canyons
The bell's sound reverberates through the streets

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
The sound of the bell represents the fading away of the artist's hopes and dreams