Woorden:
Cash Johnny Sunday Morning

I hear the train a comin' it's rollin 'round the bend And I a'int seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps

across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way. On a Sunday morning

Vertaling: Johnny Cash. Sunday Morning.

across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way. On a Sunday morning

walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way. On a Sunday morning

walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way. On a Sunday morning

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

I jumped back in my truck Turned on some hank and cranked it loud as hell Now she don't like to play my kinda music She don't know Sunday morning comin

. Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning