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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