Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics
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 desert.
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 stair to meet the day.
I'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes
And songs that I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid playing
With the can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
Lord it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere somehow along the way.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' sure to dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
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In the park I saw a daddy with
The laughin' little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
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Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dream of yesterday.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' sure to dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down...
