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