歌词
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 desert
then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes
and found my cleanest dirty shirt
then i washed my face and combed my hair
and stumbled down the stair to meet the day
i'd smoke my brain the night before
with cigarettes and songs that i've been picking
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 something
that i'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
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on the sunday morning sidewalk
wishing lord that i was stoned
cause there's something in a sunday
makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing short of dying
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleepin' city sidewalk
sunday morning coming down
in the park i saw a daddy
with a laughing little girl he was swinging
and i stopped beside a sunday school and
listened to the songs that they were singing
then i headed back for home
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
and it echoed through the canyons
like a disappearing dream of yesterday
on the sunday morning sidewalk
wishing lord that i was stoned
cause there's something in a sunday
makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing short of dying
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleepin' city sidewalk
sunday morning coming down
du~~lo~~~~~
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