Sunday Morning Coming Down

[Verse 1]
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 through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty skirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair stumbled down the stairs to greet the day

[Verse 2]
Well, I smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been a-picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to something that I lost somewhere somehow along the way

[Chorus]
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonely as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down

[Verse 3]
In 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 song that they were singing
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

[Chorus]
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonely as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down