Sunday Morning Coming Down (Johnny Cash) - Prosti PAD band - Live from Bohinj

Skupina PROSTI PAD iz Tolmina preigrava folk, country in rock glasbo 60. in 70. let, ki se je rodila na angleških in ameriških tleh. Z bluesovskimi ritmi se sprehaja po bombažnih poljih, lebdi nad gozdovi Severne Amerike, jezdi po prerijah in kanjonih in brodi po južnjaških močvirjih. Prepeva o svobodi in uporništvu, o pivu in lepih dekletih, o bogastvu in revščini, o soncu in dežju.
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Recorded LIVE / Posneto v živo / 29.6.2024 / Hostel pod Voglom & PAC Sports Bohinj
Video & Audio: Andrej Maver
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LYRICS:
Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'
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 shirt
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 songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kickin'
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 mornin' sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short a' 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 street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short a' dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down