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 desert then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt then i washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stair to meet the day
i'd smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that i've been picking but i lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then i crossed the empty street and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to something that i'd lost somehow somewhere along the way ------像风一样整理制作------ on the sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that i was stoned cause there's something in a sunday makes a body feel alone and there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city sidewalk sunday morning coming down
in the park i saw a daddy with a laughing little girl he was swinging and i stopped beside a sunday school and listened to the songs that they were singing then i headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing and it echoed through the canyons like a disappearing dream 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 and there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city sidewalk sunday morning coming down
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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 desert then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt then i washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stair to meet the day
i'd smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that i've been picking but i lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then i crossed the empty street and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to something that i'd lost somehow somewhere along the way ------像风一样整理制作------ on the sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that i was stoned cause there's something in a sunday makes a body feel alone and there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city sidewalk sunday morning coming down
in the park i saw a daddy with a laughing little girl he was swinging and i stopped beside a sunday school and listened to the songs that they were singing then i headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing and it echoed through the canyons like a disappearing dream 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 and there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city sidewalk sunday morning coming down
