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 in my closet through my clothes   And found my cleanest dirty shirt   Then I washed my face and combed my hair   Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day      I'd smoked my mind the night before   With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'   But I lit my first and watched a small boy   [Incomprehensible] at a can that he'd been kicking      I crossed the empty street   Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken   And it took me back to somethin'   That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way      On a Sunday morning sidewalk   I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned   'Cause there's something in a Sunday   That makes a body feel alone      And there ain't 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   Listened to the songs that they were singin'      I headed down the road   Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'   And it echoed through the canyons   Like a disappearing dream of yesterday      On a Sunday morning sidewalk   Oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned   'Cause there's something about a Sunday   That'll make your body feel alone      And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'   Half as lonesome as the sound   Of a sleepin' city sidewalk   Sunday mornin' comin' down