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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
it`s the one I`m wearin`
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
or I smoked so much the night before
with cigarettes and songs that I`ve been pickin`
my mouth was like an ashtray I`d been lickin`
but I lit my first and watched a 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 somethin`
that I`d lost somehow somewhere along the way

Chorus:
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
wishing Lord that I was stoned
`cause there is 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 side walks
Sunday mornin` comin` down


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 thru the canyon like
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Chorus:
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
wishing Lord that I was stoned
`cause there is 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 side walks
Sunday mornin` comin` down.

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
it`s the one I`m wearin`
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
or I smoked so much the night before
with cigarettes and songs that I`ve been pickin`
my mouth was like an ashtray I`d been lickin`
but I lit my first and watched a 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 somethin`
that I`d lost somehow somewhere along the way

Chorus:
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
wishing Lord that I was stoned
`cause there is 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 side walks
Sunday mornin` comin` down


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 thru the canyon like
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Chorus:
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
wishing Lord that I was stoned
`cause there is 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 side walks
Sunday mornin` comin` down.

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