well i woke up sunday mornin
with no way to hold my head
that didnt hurt
and the beer i had for breakfast wasnt
bad so i had one more for dessert
and i fumbled through my closet
for my clothes
and found my cleanest dirty shirt
and i shaved my face
and combed my hair
and stumbled downt he stairs
to meet the day
i'd smoked my brain the night before
cigarettes and songs
that i'd been pickin
but i lit my first and watched a small kid
cussin out a can he was kickin
then i crossed the empty streets and
cought the sunday smell
of someone fryin chicken
and it took me back to something
that i'd lost somehow
somewhere along the way
on the sunday mornin sidewalk
wishin lord that i was stoned
cause theres somethin in a sunday
that makes the body feel alone
and theres nothin short of dyin
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleepin city sidewalk
sunday mornin comin down
in the park i saw a daddy
with a laughin little girl
he was swingin
and i stopped beside
the 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 ringing
and it echoed through the
canyon like
the disappearing dreams
of yesterday
on the sunday mornin sidewalk
wishin lord that i was stoned
cause theres somethin in a sunday
that makes the body feel alone
and theres nothin short of dyin
half as lonesome as a sound
on the sleepin city sidewalk
sunday mornin comin down
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