Sunday Morning Coming Down

1. Well I woke up Sunday morning

with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt

Am

and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad

so I had one more for dessert

then I fumbled in my closet through for my clothes

and found my cleanest dirty shirt

then I washed my face and combed my hair

and stumbled the stairs to meet the day

2. I'd smoked my mind the night before

with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking

but I lit my first and watched a small kid

playing with a can that he was kicking

then I walked across the street

and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken

and Lord it took me back to something

that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way

R: On the Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned

'cause there's is something in a Sunday

that makes a body feel alone

and there's nothing short of dying

that's half as lonesome as the sound

of the sleeping city sidewalk

and Sunday morning coming down

3. In the park I saw a daddy

with a laughing little girl that he was swinging

and I stopped beside a Sunday school

and listened to the songs they were singing

then I headed down the street

and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing

and it echoed through the canyon like

the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

R: On the Sunday morning sidewalks...