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 trough my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
then I washed my face, combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
verse 2
I'd smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin',
but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing with a can that he was kickin'.
Then I walked across the empty street and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken,
and, Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way.
On the sunday morning sidewalk, 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 half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city sidewalk and sunday morning coming down.
verse 3
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing 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 thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
End-Chorus
On the sunday morning sidewalk, 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 half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city sidewalk and sunday morning coming down.
Outro