Back to Top

Sunday Morning Coming Down Video (MV)






Bobby Bare - Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics




In the park I see a daddy with the laughin' little girl that he's a swinging

And I stop beside a Sunday school and listen to the song they're singing

I'm headin' back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell is ringing

And it echoes through the city like my disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was home

Cause there's something bout a Sunday makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound

On a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down



I smoked so much the night before my mouth feels like an ashtray I've been licking

Now I light my first and watch a small kid cussin' at the can he's been a kicking

I cross the empty street and catch the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

And it takes me back to something that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk...

On the Sunday morning sidewalk...
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




In the park I see a daddy with the laughin' little girl that he's a swinging

And I stop beside a Sunday school and listen to the song they're singing

I'm headin' back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell is ringing

And it echoes through the city like my disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was home

Cause there's something bout a Sunday makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound

On a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down



I smoked so much the night before my mouth feels like an ashtray I've been licking

Now I light my first and watch a small kid cussin' at the can he's been a kicking

I cross the empty street and catch the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

And it takes me back to something that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk...

On the Sunday morning sidewalk...
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: KRIS KRISTOFFERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Back to: Bobby Bare

Tags:
No tags yet