Well I woke up Sunday mornin', with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt 嗯，我醒了周日清晨，有没有办法保持我的头说没有伤害

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more, for dessert 而啤酒我的早餐还不错，所以我有一个，甜点

Then I fumbled through my closet, for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt 然后，我摸索着通过我的衣柜，我的衣服，我发现干净的脏衬衫

And I shaved my face and combed my hair and, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day 我剃光我的脸，梳理我的头发，跌跌撞撞地下楼来迎接一天

   

I'd smoked my brain the night before on, cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' 我已经抽我的大脑的前一天晚上上，香烟和歌曲，我一直在接下去“

But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can, that he was kickin' 但我点燃我的第一个，看着一个小小孩cussin 在一个可以说，他是在唱歌“

Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken 然后我穿过空旷的街道和抓人的气味星期天fryin 鸡

And it took me back to somethin', that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way 它把我带回了事端，我已经失去了前进的道路上莫名其妙的地方

   

On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned 在周日上午的人行道，许愿：“主啊，我被砸死

'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone 因为有什么东西在一个星期天，让身体感到孤独

And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound 而且也没什么短快要枯萎的 ，一半寂寞的声音

On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down 在睡城边散步，星期天早上，坠落下来

   

In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughing little girl who he was swingin' 在公园里我看到了爸爸，与他是谁荡秋千笑的小女孩

And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' 我拦了主日学校的旁边，听着，他们唱着歌

Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' 然后，我回到了家，某个遥远的地方孤独的钟声在响

And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday 并通过像昨天的梦消失峡谷回荡

   

On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned 在周日上午的人行道，许愿：“主啊，我被砸死

'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone 因为有什么东西在一个星期天，让身体感到孤独

And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound 而且也没什么短快要枯萎的 ，一半寂寞的声音

On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down 在睡城边散步，星期天早上，坠落下来