Lyrics:
Sunday Morning Coming Down

the bend And I a'int seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a movin' on down

s something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there ain't nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday mornin' comin' down

'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

alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks And Sunday morning coming down On the sleepin' city sidewalks And Sunday morning coming down

Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonely as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down

Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonely as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down

a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down

Translation: Bobby Bare. Sunday Morning Coming Down.

Translation: Roy Drusky. Sunday Morning Coming Down.