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 desert
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 smoke my brain the night before with
cigarettes and songs i'd been a picking
but i lit my first
and watched the small kid
cussin at a can that he was kicking
then i crossed the empty street
and caught the sunday smell
of someone fryin'chicken
and it took me back to something
that i'd lost somewhere
somehow along the way
on a sunday morning sidewalk
i'm wishing lord that i was stoned
cause there's something in a sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing sure to dying
half as lonesome as the sound
on a sleepy city sidewalk
sunday morning coming down
in the park i saw a daddy
with the 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 back for home
and somewhere far away
a lonely bell was ringing
and it echoed through the canyons
like the disappearing dreams
of yesterday
on a sunday morning sidewalk
i'm wishing lord that i was stoned
cause there's something in a sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing sure to dying
half as lonesome as the sound
on a sleepy city sidewalk
sunday morning coming down
