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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 for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
It's the one i'm wearin'
And i shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before
Or i smoked so much the night before
With cigarettes and songs that i've been pickin'
My mouth was like an ashtray i'd been lickin'
But i lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then i crossed the empty street
And caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That i'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

Chorus:
On the sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing lord that i was stoned
'cause there is something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks
Sunday mornin' comin' down


In the park i saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
And i stopped beside a 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.

Chorus:
On the sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing lord that i was stoned
'cause there is something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
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