On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing lord that I was stoned

Cause there's something in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying

Half as lonesome as the sound

On a sleepy city sidewalk

Sunday morning coming down

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 desert

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 stair to meet the day

I'd smoke my brain the night
Before with cigarettes and songs
I'd been a picking

But I lit my first
And watched the small kid cussin
At a can that he was kicking

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 a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing lord that I was stoned

Cause there's something in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing sure to dying

Half as lonesome as the sound

On a sleepy city sidewalk

Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy

With the laughing little girl
That he was swinging

And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing

Then I headedback for home and somewhere
Far away a lonely bell was ringing

And it echoed through the canyons

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing lord that I was stoned

Cause there's something in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying

Half as lonesome as the sound

On a sleepy city sidewalk

Sunday morning coming down

Coming down coming down

Coming down coming down
Coming down