Sunday Morning Coming Down
Well I woke up Sunday morning
- 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 through my closet for my clothes
- And found my cleanest dirty shirt
- An' I washed my face combed my hair
- An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
- I'd smoked my brain the night before
- On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
- But I lit my first and watched a small kid
- Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
- Then I crossed the empty street
- An' caught the Sunday smell
- Of someone fryin' chicken
- And it took me back to somethin'
- That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
- On the Sunday morning sidewalk
- Wishing Lord that I was stoned
- 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
- Makes a body feel alone
- There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
- Half as lonesome as the sound
- On the sleepin' city sidewalks
- Sunday mornin' comin' down
- In the park I saw a daddy
- With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
- And I stopped beside a Sunday school
- Listened to the song they were singin'
- Then I headed back for home
- And somewhere far away
- A lonesome bell was ringin'
- And it echoed through the canyons
- Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
- On the Sunday morning sidewalk
- Wishing Lord that I was stoned
- 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
- Makes a body feel alone
- There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
- Half as lonesome as the sound
- On the sleepin' city sidewalks
- Sunday mornin' comin' down
- On the Sunday morning sidewalk
- Sunday mornin' comin' down
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