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Well I woke up Sunday mornin' |
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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt |
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And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad |
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So I had one more for dessert |
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Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes |
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And found my cleanest dirty shirt |
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An' I washed my face and combed my hair |
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Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day |
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I'd smoked my mind the night before |
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With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' |
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But I lit my first and watched a small kid |
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Playin' with a can that he was kickin' |
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And I walked across the street |
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An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken |
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And it took me back to somethin' |
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That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way |
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On the Sunday morning sidewalk |
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I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned |
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'Cause there's something in a Sunday |
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That makes a body feel alone |
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And there's nothin' short of dyin' |
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Half as lonesome as the sound |
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On the sleepin' city sidewalks |
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And Sunday morning coming down |
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In the park I saw a daddy |
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With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' |
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And I stopped behind a Sunday school |
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And listened to the songs that they were singin' |
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Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing |
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And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday |
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On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was stoned |
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Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone |
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And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound |
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Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down |
