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 Du ru ru ru ru ru ru ru Du ru ru ru ru ru ru Du ru ru ru ru ru ru ru (Ooh) Du ru ru ru ru ru ru Du ru ru ru ru ru ru ru Du ru ru ru ru ru ru (Hmm, yea) ...