Lyrics:

Well, I woke up Sunday mornin
With no way to hold my head, that it didnt hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasnt 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 shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I smoked my brains the night before
With cigarettes and songs that Id been pickin
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cursin at a can that he was kickin

Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin chicken
And it took me back to somethin
That Id lost somehow, somewhere along the way

On a Sunday mornin sidewalk
Wishin Lord that I was stoned
Cause theres somethin in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And theres nothin short of dyin
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin city sidewalk
Sunday mornin comin down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin little girl who he was swingin
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that they were singin

Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearin dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday mornin sidewalk
Wishin Lord that I was stoned
Cause theres somethin in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And theres nothin short of dyin
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin city sidewalk
Sunday mornin comin down

On a Sunday mornin sidewalk
Wishin Lord that I was stoned
Cause theres somethin in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And theres nothin short of dyin
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin city sidewalk
Sunday mornin comin down


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