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 It's the one I'm wearin' 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 Or I smoked so much the night before With cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' My mouth was like an ashtray I'd been lickin' But I lit my first and watched a 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 somethin' That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way Chorus: On the sunday morning sidewalks Wishing lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a sunday school And listened to the song that they were singin' Then I headed back for home and Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon like The disappearing dreams of yesterday. Chorus: On the sunday morning sidewalks Wishing lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down.