This song was writen by Kris Kristofferson and later proformed by Johnny Cash


Well, i woke u

p sunday morni

ng 
           
With no wave a

              
pon my head th

            
at didn't hurt
             
And the beer i

              
 had for break

          
fast wosen't b

ad
            
So I had one f

   
or desert

             
Then I stumble

              
d to the close

  
t and I
             
Found my clean

             
est dirty shir

     
t
             
And I shaved m

           
y face and com

bed my hair
             
And stumbled d

            
own the stairs

             
 to meet the d

ay

             
I'd smoked my 

              
mind the night

   
 before
             
With cigarette

              
s and songs I'

       
d been pickin'
             
But I lit my f

              
irst and watch

           
ed a small kid
            
Cussin' at a c

              
an that he was

 
 kicking
             
Then I crossed

           
 the empty str

eet
             
And caught the

              
 Sunday smell 

              
of someone fry

            
in' chicken
             
And it took me

         
 back to somet

hin'
             
That I'd lost 

            
somehow, somew

              
here along the

     
 way

            
On the Sunday 

        
morning sidewa

lk
             
Wishing, Lord,

             
 that I was st

     
oned
             
'Cos there's s

              
omething in a 


Sunday
             
Makes a body f

    
eel alone
           
And there's no

              
thin' short of

 
 dyin'
             
Half as loneso

             
me as the soun

   
d,
             
On the sleepin

       
' city sidewal

ks:
           
Sunday mornin'

        
 comin' down.

             
In the park I 

      
saw a daddy
           
With a laughin

              
' little girl 

           
who he was swi

ngin'
             
And I stopped 

              
beside a Sunda

  
y school
           
And listened t

              
o the song the

       
y were singin'
             
Then I headed 

         
back for home
           
And somewhere 

              
far away a lon

             
ely bell was r

       
ingin'
           
And it echoed 

            
through the ca

nyons
             
Like the disap

            
pearing dreams

             
 of yesterday

            
On the Sunday 

        
morning sidewa

lk
             
Wishing, Lord,

             
 that I was st

     
oned
             
'Cos there's s

              
omething in a 


Sunday
             
Makes a body f

    
eel alone
           
And there's no

              
thin' short of

 
 dyin'
             
Half as loneso

             
me as the soun

   
d,
             
On the sleepin

       
' city sidewal

ks:
           
Sunday mornin'

        
 comin' down.