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 pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kickin'.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's
frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned.
Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short a' dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' 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 wishin', Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short a' dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' coming down.

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