Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'   With no way to hold my head, that it 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 smoked my brains the night before   With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'   But I lit my first and watched a small kid   Cursin' 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 somethin'   That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way      On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk   Wishin' Lord that I was stoned   'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday   That makes a body feel alone      And there's nothin' short of dyin'   Half as lonesome as the sound   Of a sleepin' city sidewalk   Sunday mornin' comin' down      In the park I saw a daddy   With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'   And I stopped beside a Sunday school   And listened to the songs that they were singin'      Then I headed back for home   And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'   And it echoed through the canyon   Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday      On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk   Wishin' Lord that I was stoned   'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday   That makes a body feel alone      And there's nothin' short of dyin'   Half as lonesome as the sound   Of a sleepin' city sidewalk   Sunday mornin' comin' down      On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk   Wishin' Lord that I was stoned   'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday   That makes a body feel alone      And there's nothin' short of dyin'   Half as lonesome as the sound   Of a sleepin' city sidewalk   Sunday mornin' comin' down