[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Than I fumble 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
[Verse 3]
I d smoked my brain the night before
and cigarettes and songs that I ve been pickin
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
cussin at a can that he was kicking
[Verse 4]
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 away
[Chorus]
On a sunday mornin sidewalks
wishing Lord that I was stoned
cause there is something in a sunday
that makes a body feel alone
And there s nothin short of dyin
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleepin city side walks
Sunday mornin comin down
[Verse 5]
In the park I saw a daddy with
a laughing little girl who he was swingin
and I stopped beside a sunday school
and listened to the song that they were singin
[Verse 6]
Then I headed back for home and
somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin
and it echoed thru the canyon like
the disepparing dreams of yesterday.
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[Verse]
Well I woke up Sunday morning
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 I combed my hair and
stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Verse]
I smoked my brain the night before
with cigarettes and songs that I had been pickin
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
cussin at a can that he was kickin
And 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 somewhere somehow along the way
[Chorus]
On the Sunday mornin sidewalk
wishin Lord that I was stone
cause there s somethin in Sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there s nothing short of dyin
half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleepin city sidewalk
Sunday mornin comin down
[Verse]
In the park I saw a daddy
with a laughing little girl that he was swingin
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
and listened to the songs that they were singin
and I headed back for home
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin
and it echoed through the canyon
like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[Chorus]
On the Sunday mornin sidewalk
wishin Lord that I was stone
cause there s somethin in Sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there s nothing short of dyin
half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleepin city sidewalk
Sunday mornin comin down
On the Sunday mornin sidewalk
wishin Lord that I was stone
cause there s somethin in Sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there s nothing short of dyin
half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleepin city sidewalk
Sunday mornin comin down