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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 dessert
    Then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes
    And found my cleanest dirty shirt
    It's the one i'm wearin'
    And i shaved my face and combed my hair
    And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
    I'd smoked my brain the night before
    Or i smoked so much the night before
    With cigarettes and songs that i've been pickin'
    My mouth was like an ashtray i'd been lickin'
    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 somethin'
    That i'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
    Chorus:
    On the sunday morning sidewalks
    Wishing lord that i was stoned
    'cause there is something in a sunday
    That makes a body feel alone
    And there's nothin' short of dyin'
    Half as lonesome as the sound
    On the sleepin' city side walks
    Sunday mornin' comin' down
    In the park i saw a daddy
    With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
    And i stopped beside a sunday school
    And listened to the song that they were singin'
    Then i headed back for home and
    Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
    And it echoed thru the canyon like
    The disappearing dreams of yesterday.
    Chorus:
    On the sunday morning sidewalks
    Wishing lord that i was stoned
    'cause there is something in a sunday
    That makes a body feel alone
    And there's nothin' short of dyin'
    Half as lonesome as the sound
    On the sleepin' city side walks
    Sunday mornin' comin' 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 dessert
    Then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes
    And found my cleanest dirty shirt
    It's the one i'm wearin'
    And i shaved my face and combed my hair
    And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
    I'd smoked my brain the night before
    Or i smoked so much the night before
    With cigarettes and songs that i've been pickin'
    My mouth was like an ashtray i'd been lickin'
    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 somethin'
    That i'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
    Chorus:
    On the sunday morning sidewalks
    Wishing lord that i was stoned
    'cause there is something in a sunday
    That makes a body feel alone
    And there's nothin' short of dyin'
    Half as lonesome as the sound
    On the sleepin' city side walks
    Sunday mornin' comin' down
    In the park i saw a daddy
    With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
    And i stopped beside a sunday school
    And listened to the song that they were singin'
    Then i headed back for home and
    Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
    And it echoed thru the canyon like
    The disappearing dreams of yesterday.
    Chorus:
    On the sunday morning sidewalks
    Wishing lord that i was stoned
    'cause there is something in a sunday
    That makes a body feel alone
    And there's nothin' short of dyin'
    Half as lonesome as the sound
    On the sleepin' city side walks
    Sunday mornin' comin' down.