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Well I woke up Sunday morning
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 the night before
With 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 and
Caught the sunday smell
Of someone fryin chicken
And it took me back to something
That I`d lost somehow
Somewhere along the way
On the sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
Cause there`s something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there`s nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl
He was swingin
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
And listened to the song
That they were singing
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed thru the canyon like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
Cause therels something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there`s nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down