Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

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 dessert
 Then I fumbled through my closet
 For my clothes
 And found my cleanest dirty shirt
 And I shaved my face and combed my hair
 And stumbled down the stairs
 To meet the day
 I'd smoked my brain, night before
 Cigarettes and songs
 That I've been pickin'
 But I lit my first and watched a small kid
 Cussin' 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 the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
 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'
 Half as lonesome as a sound
 On the sleepin' city sidewalk
 Sunday mornin' comin' down
 In the park I saw a daddy
 With a laughin' little girl
 He was swingin'
 And I stopped beside the 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 Canyon
 Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
 On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
 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'
 Half as lonesome as a sound
 On the sleepin' city sidewalk
 Sunday mornin' comin' down
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 (Hmm, yea)
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