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
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
With cigarettes and songs
That I´ve been pickin´
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin´ at a can that he was kickin

Then I crossed the empty street and
Caught 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 morning sidewalk
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 dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl
He was swingin
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
And listened to the song

That they were singing

Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed thru the canyon like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
Cause therels something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there´s nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down