Sunday Morning Coming DownWell, I woke up Sunday morningWith no way to hold my head that didn't hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn't badSo I had one more for dessertThen I fumbled through my closet for my clothesAnd found my cleanest dirty shirtAn' I washed my face, an' combed my hairStumbled down the stairs to meet the dayI'd smoked my brain the night beforeOn cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'But I lit my first and watched a small kidCussin' at a can that he was kickingThen I crossed the empty streetAn' caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chickenOr it took me back to somethin'That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the wayOn the Sunday morning sidewalkWishing, Lord, that I was stoned'Cause there's something in a SundayMakes a body feel aloneThere ain't nothin' short of dyin'Half as lonesome as the soundOn the sleepin' city sidewalksSunday mornin' comin' downIn the park I saw a daddyWith a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'And I stopped beside a Sunday schoolListened to the song they were singin'Then I headed back for homeSomewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'And it echoed through the canyonsLike the disappearing dreams of yesterdayOn the Sunday morning sidewalkWishing, Lord, that I was stoned'Cause there's something in a SundayMakes your body feel aloneAnd there ain't nothin' short of dyin'Half as lonesome as the soundOn the sleepin' city sidewalksSunday mornin' comin' downOn the Sunday morning sidewalkWishing, Lord, that I was stoned'Cause there's something in a SundayMakes your body feel aloneAnd there ain't nothin' short of dyin'Half as lonesome as the soundOn the sleepin' city sidewalksSunday mornin' comin' down