Nat Stuckey - Sunday Morning Coming Down lyrics

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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 in my closet to my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt

And I washed my face and combed my hair stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

Well I'd smoked my brain the night before

With cigarettes and songs that'd I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first and watched the 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've lost somehow somewhere along the way

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

wishing Lord that I was stoned

Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing short of dying that passes lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

on Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl he was swingin'

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the song that they were singin'

Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk..

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned

Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

on Sunday morning coming down