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
in my closet
through my clothes
and found my
cleanest, dirty shirt
Then I washed my face
and combed my hair
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 kicking
Then I walked
across the street
And caught the
Sunday smell
of someone
fryin' chicken
And it took me back
to somethin'
that I'd lost somewhere
somehow along the way
On the Sunday
morning sidewalk
I'm 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'
That's half as lonesome
as the sound
Of a sleepin'
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 songs
that 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 disappearing
dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday
morning sidewalk
I'm 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'
That's half as lonesome
as the sound
Of a sleepin'
city sidewalk
Sunday mornin'
comin' down