Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down (Live At Gilley's)

Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'

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

Washed my face, combed my hair

Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

Listened to the song they were singin'

Then I headed back for home

Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

And it took back to somеthing

That I lost somehow somewherе along the way

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk

Wishin', Lord, that I was stoned

'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone

There ain't nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalks

Sunday mornin' comin' down