Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didnt hurt And the beer I had for breakfast Wasnt bad so I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled to my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I shaved my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs to start the day Id smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and songs that Id been picking Then Id lit my first and watched a small kid Cussing at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed an empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someones frying chicken And it took me back to something That Id lost somehow somewhere along the way On a Sunday morning sidewalk Im wishing, Lord, that I was stoned Cause theres something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone And theres nothing short of dying Half as lonesome as the sound On a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down You might also likeIn the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl that he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singing Then I headed back from somewhere far away A lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On a Sunday morning sidewalk Im wishing, Lord, that I was stoned Cause theres something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone And theres nothing short of dying Half as lonesome as the sound On a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down
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