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Johnny Cash( ジョニー・キャッシュ )
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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
作詞: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 in my closet Through my clothes and found my cleanest, dirty shirts 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 the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playin' with a can that he was kicking Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And, Lord, it took me back to somethin' That I'd 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 a body feel alone もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com And there's nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the 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 streets And somewhere far away, a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something 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 the sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' down
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