Well, I woke u

p Sunday morni

ng
             
With no way to

             
 hold my head 

            
that didn't hu

rt
             
And the beer I

              
 had for break

            
fast wasn't ba

d
              
So I had one m

        
ore for desser

t
             
Then I fumbled

              
 in my closet 

           
through my clo

thes
              
And found my c

              
leanest dirty 

      
shirt
             
Then I washed 

            
my face and co

mbed my hair
             
Stumbled down 

    
the stairs to 

meet the day


Well I smoked 

my mind the ni

ght before
             
With cigarette

              
s and songs th

              
at I'd been pi

       
ckin'
      
But I lit my first and watched a small boy
             
Cussin' at a c

              
an that he'd b

    
een kickin'

I crossed the 

empty street
             
Caught the Sun

              
day smell of s

              
omeone fryin' 


chicken
             
And it took me

             
 back to somet

              
hin' that I'd 


lost
             
Somewhere, som

              
ehow along the

 
 way

              
    On a Sunda

          
y morning side

walk
              
I'm wishing, L

              
ord, that I wa

  
s stone
              
'Cause there's

              
 something in 

  
a Sunday
              
That makes a b

          
ody feel alone
              
And there ain'

              
t nothing shor

     
t of dying
              
Half as loneso

          
me as the soun

d
              
Of a sleeping 

     
city sidewalk
              
Sunday morning

         
 coming down


In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he'd been 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 canyon
Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday