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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down 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 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 picking. But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking. Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something 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. 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. In the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl that he was swinging. And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singing. Then I headed down the street, And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing, And it echoed through the canyon 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 nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down. | Balada Minggu Pagi Ku terbangun di Minggu pagi Badanku letih leherku nyeri Sarapan pagi tanpa nasi, bir pun jadi Segelas kurang ku tambah lagi Kugeledah tumpukan kumal di lemari Kuambil kemeja kusut pun jadi Kubasuh muka rambut kusisir jari Tersandung ku di tangga tuk sambut hari Semalam benak pekak kuasapi Dengan rokok dan lagu pilihan sendiri Kusulut sebatang, budak kecil kucermati Bermain kaleng dia asik sendiri Lantas kulanjut melangkahkan kaki Lezat masakan rumah merona pagi O Tuhan, terasa hampa dada ini Sebab permataku hilang tak berganti Ku berdiri di trotoar Minggu pagi O Tuhan biar ku mandam lagi Tak kuasa ku hirup aroma ceria ini Entah mengapa membuatku merasa sendiri Tak ada yang lebih menggersangkan nurani Dari raungan hati di tengah sepi Di jalanan kota yang laksana mati Minggu pagi aku jalan sendiri Di taman seorang ayah kuawasi Dia mengayun gadis cerianya sepenuh hati Lalu ku berhenti di sekolah Minggu pagi Terdengar lantunan budak bernyanyi Jalan lengang terus ku susuri Gereja jauh mendentangkan sunyi Gemanya hilang menembus ngarai Laksana mimpi yang kemarin mati |