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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[Verse 2]
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking
And I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken
And it took me back to something
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way

[Chorus]
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 nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday mornin' comin' down

[Verse 3]
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped behind a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that they were singin'
I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

[Chorus]
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 nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday mornin' comin' down

[Refrain]
On the sleepin' city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down