Well I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had 1 more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face, combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Well I smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs I'd been a-pickin
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'