Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'

With no way to hold my head, that it 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 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 I'd 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 I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way

On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk

Wishin' Lord that I was stoned

'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's 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 there's somethin' in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's 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 there's somethin' in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday mornin' comin' down