Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well I woke up Sunday mornin'

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

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'd smoked my brain, night before

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 kickin'

Then I crossed the empty street

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 the 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 a sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughin' little girl

He was swingin'

And I stopped beside the Sunday school

And listened to the song

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 disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the 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 a sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday mornin' comin' down

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(Hmm, yea)