Makes a body feel alone And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
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
And I shaved 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 I'd been a picking
But I lit my first And watched the 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
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With the laughing little girl That he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headedback for home and somewhere Far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
Coming down coming down
Coming down coming down Coming down
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