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
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
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

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