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 in my closet
through my clothes
And found my cleanest
dirty shirt
Then I washed my face
and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs
to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind
the night before
With cigarettes and songs
I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first
and watched a small kid
playin' with a can
that he was kickin'
Then I walked
across the street
And caught the Sunday smell
of someone fryin' chicken
An' Lord it took me
back to somethin'
that I'd lost somewhere
somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
An' I'm wishin' Lord
that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin'
in a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone
An' there's nothin'
short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome
as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And 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
they were singin'
Then I headed
down the street
And somewhere far away
a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed
through the canyon
Like the disappearin'
dreams of yesterday
And on a Sunday
mornin' sidewalk
I'm wishin' 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'
That's half as lonesome
as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
and Sunday mornin'
comin' down