Sunday Morning Coming Down [1988 Version] lyrics

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 dessert

Then I fumbled in my closet

Through my clothes and found the cleanest, dirty shirt

Then I washed my face and combed my hair

Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking

But I lit my first and watched a small boy

Cussing at a can that he'd been kicking

I crossed the empty street

Caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken

And it took me back to something

That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing Lord, that I was stoned

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes the body feel alone

Oh, and there ain't nothing short of dying

Half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleeping city sidewalk

Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl that he was swinging

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

Listened to the songs that they were singing

I headed down the road

Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing

And it echoed through the canyons

Like a disappearing dream of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

Oh, I'm wishing Lord, that I was stoned

'Cause there's something about a Sunday

That'll make your body feel alone

Oh, and there ain't nothing short of dying

Half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleeping city sidewalk

Sunday morning coming down