Sunday Mornin Comin Down

<br>Well I woke up sunday morning<br><br>With no way to hold my head, that didnt hurt<br><br>And the beer I had for breakfast<br><br>Wasnt bad so I had one more for dessert<br><br>Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes<br><br>And found my cleanest dirty shirt<br><br>Its the one Im wearin<br><br>And I shaved my face and combed my hair<br><br>And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day<br><br><br><br>Id smoked my brain the night before<br><br>Or I smoked so much the night before<br><br>With cigarettes and songs that Ive been pickin<br><br>My mouth was like an ashtray Id been lickin<br><br>But I lit my first and watched a small kid<br><br>Cussin at a can that he was kicking<br><br>Then I crossed the empty street<br><br>And caught the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken<br><br>And it took me back to somethin<br><br>That Id lost somehow somewhere along the way<br><br><br><br>Chorus:<br><br>On the sunday morning sidewalks<br><br>Wishing lord that I was stoned<br><br>cause there is something in a sunday<br><br>That makes a body feel alone<br><br>And theres nothin short of dyin<br><br>Half as lonesome as the sound<br><br>On the sleepin city side walks<br><br>Sunday mornin comin down<br><br><br><br><br><br>In the park I saw a daddy<br><br>With a laughing little girl who he was swingin<br><br>And I stopped beside a sunday school<br><br>And listened to the song that they were singin<br><br>Then I headed back for home and<br><br>Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin<br><br>And it echoed thru the canyon like<br><br>The disappearing dreams of yesterday.<br><br><br><br>Chorus:<br><br>On the sunday morning sidewalks<br><br>Wishing lord that I was stoned<br><br>cause there is something in a sunday<br><br>That makes a body feel alone<br><br>And theres nothin short of dyin<br><br>Half as lonesome as the sound<br><br>On the sleepin city side walks<br><br>Sunday mornin comin down.