Lyrics:

well I woke up Sunday morningwith no way to hold my headthat didn't hurtand the beer I had for breakfast wasn'tbad
so I had one more for dessertthen I fumbled through my closetfor my clothesand found my cleanest dirty shirtand I shaved my
faceand combed my hairand stumbled down the stairsto meet the dayi'd smoked my brain the night beforewith cigarettes and
songsthat I've been pickin'but I lit my first and watched a small kidcussin' at a can that he was kickinthen I crossed the
empty street andcaught the sunday smellof someone fryin chickenand it took me back to somethingthat I'd lost somehowsomewh
ere along the wayon the sunday morning sidewalkwishing lord that I was stonedcause there's something in a sundaythat makes
a body feel aloneand there's nothing short of dyinghalf as lonesome as the soundon the sleeping city sidewalksunday mornin
g coming downin the park I saw a daddywith a laughing little girlhe was swinginand I stopped beside the Sunday schooland
listened to the songthat they were singingthen I headed back for homeand somewhere far awaya lonely bell was ringingand it
echoed thru the canyon likethe disappearing dreams of yesterdayon the sunday morning sidewalkwishing lord that I was stone
dcause therels something in a sundaythat makes a body feel aloneand there's nothing short of dyinghalf as lonesome as the s
oundon the sleeping city sidewalksunday morning coming down