Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 Then I washed my face, combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs to greet the day [Verse 2] Well, I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' Well, I'd 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 somеthin' That I'd lost somehow, somewherе along the way [Chorus] 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 nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday mornin' comin' down [Verse 3] In the park, I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a 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 canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday [Chorus] On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday mornin' comin' down [Refrain] On the sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday mornin' comin' down