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Well I woke up Sunday morningwith no way to hold my head, that didn't hurtand the beer I had for breakfastwasn't bad so I had one more for dessertthen I fumbled through my closet for my clothesand found my cleanest dirty shirtit's the one I'm wearin'and I shaved my face and combed my hairand stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night beforeor I smoked so much the night beforewith 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 kidcussin' at a can that he was kickingthen I crossed the empty streetand caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chickenand it took me back to somethin'that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
Chorus: On the Sunday morning sidewalkswishing Lord that I was stoned'cause there is something in a Sundaythat makes a body feel aloneand there's nothin' short of dyin'half as lonesome as the soundon the sleepin' city side walks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddywith a laughing little girl who he was swingin'and I stopped beside a Sunday schooland listened to the song that they were singin'then I headed back for home andsomewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'and it echoed thru the canyon likethe disappearing dreams of yesterday.
Chorus:
On the Sunday morning sidewalkswishing Lord that I was stoned'cause there is something in a Sundaythat makes a body feel aloneand there's nothin' short of dyin'half as lonesome as the soundon the sleepin' city side walks
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
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