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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 one more for des-sert.
Then I fumbled in my closet
Through 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'd smoked my brains the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kickin'.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken.
And, Lord, it took me back to something
That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,
I'm wishin', lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel a-lone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalks
And Sunday mornin' comin' down.
In the park I saw a Daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'.
Then I headed down the streets
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin',
And it echoed through the canyons like a disappearin' dreams of yes-terday.
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,
I'm wishin', lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel a-lone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalks
And Sunday mornin' comin' down.
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