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.
