Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head
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

I shaved my face, combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs
To meet the day

Well I smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs
That I'd been pickin'

I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cursin' 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 a Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing 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
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl
That 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 a disappearing dream
Of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing 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
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down

'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
On a sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down