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

And I washed my face and combed my hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before

With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first and watched the small kid cousin

At the can that he was kickin'

Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell

From 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 wishin' Lord that I was stoned

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing short of dyin'

That's half as lonesome as it sounds

On a sleepy city sidewalk

And Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy with his laughin' little girl

That he was swingin'

And I stopped outside the 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 through the canyons like

The disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing short of dyin'

That's half as lonesome as it sounds

On a sleepy city sidewalk

And Sunday mornin' comin' down

On a sleepy city sidewalk

And Sunday mornin' comin' down