Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didnt hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasnt bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt An I washed my face, combed my hair An stumbled down the stairs to meet the day Id smoked my brain the night before On cigarettes and songs that Id been pickin But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street An caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin chicken And it took me back to somethin That Id lost somehow, somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned Cause theres something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone There aint nothin short of dyin Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin city sidewalks Sunday mornin comin down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin little girl who he was swingin And I stopped beside a Sunday school Listened to the song they were singin Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned Cause theres something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone There aint nothin short of dyin Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin city sidewalks Sunday mornin comin down On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned Cause theres something in a Sunday Makes your body feel alone There aint nothin short of dyin Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin city sidewalks Sunday mornin comin down https://youtube/watch?v=qDhrciQ1bA0
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 13:34:49 +0000
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