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Well I woke up

 Sunday mornin

'
             
With no way to

            
 hold my head 

            
that didn't hu

rt
             
And the beer I

              
 had for break

           
ast wasn't bad

 
              
So I had one m

        
ore for desert

Then I fumbled

 through my cl

oset 
              
And through my

             
 clothes and f

              
ound my cleane

             
st, dirty shir

         
t
             
Then I washed 

            
my face and co

mbed my hair
             
And stumbled d

        
own the stairs

 to meet the d

ay

Well I smoked 

my mind the ni

ght before
             
With cigarette

            
s and songs I'

       
d been pickin'

Then I lit my 

first and watc

hed a small ki

d
           
Playin' with a

              
 can that he w

   
as kickin'

Then I walked 

across the str

eet 
              
And cuaght the

             
 Sunaday smell

              
 of someones f

      
ryin' chickin 
             
And Lord it to

           
ok me back som

ething
             
That I lost so

            
mewhere, someh

         
ow along the w

ay.

             
On a Sunday mo

      
rnin' sidewalk
              
I'm wishin' Lo

              
rd that I was 


stoned
              
'Cause there's

              
 somethin' in 

  
a Sunday
              
That makes a b

    
ody feel alone
              
And there's no

              
thin' short of

 
 dyin' 
              
That's half as

     
 lonesome as t

he sound
              
Of a sleepin' 

     
city sidewalk
              
And Sunday mor

     
nin' comin' do

wn


In the park I 

saw a daddy
             
With a laughin

         
' little girl 

that he was sw

ingin'
        
Then I stopped

 beside a Sund

ay School
           
And listen to 

          
the songs they

 were singin'
       
Then I headed 

down the stree

t
              
And somewhere 

             
far away a lon

             
ely bell was r

               
ingin'
             
And it echoed 

            
through the ca

nyon
             
Like the disap

            
pearin' dreams

    
 of yesterday


             
On a Sunday mo

      
rnin' sidewalk
              
I'm wishin' Lo

              
rd that I was 


stoned
              
'Cause there's

              
 somethin' in 

  
a Sunday
              
That makes a b

         
ody feel alone
              
And there's no

              
thin' short of

 
 dyin' 
              
That's half as

              
 lonesome as t

  
he sound
              
Of a sleepin' 

     
city sidewalk
              
And Sunday mor

     
nin' comin' do

wn

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