SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN Lyrics

Well, I woke up Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head

It 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

Threw 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 smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs

That I'd been picking

But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussing

At a can that he'd been kicking

Then I walked across the street

And caught the Sunday smell of someone

Frying chicken

And Lord, it took me back to something

That I lost somewhere, somehow, along the way

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 nothing short of dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl he was swinging

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the songs that they were singing

Then I headed down the street

And somewhere far away

A lonely bell was ringing

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 nothing short of dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down