Sunday Morning Coming Down
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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 through
For my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
Than I washed my face and combed my hair and
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched
A small kid playing with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And Lord it took me back to something
That I lost somehow somewhere along the way
[Chorus]
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dieing
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a Daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed back for home
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[Chorus]
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