Sunday Morning Coming Down Songtext / Lyric

Well I woke up Sunday mornin', 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 through my closet, for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt

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



I'd smoked my brain the night before on, cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can, that he was kickin'

Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

And it took me back to somethin', that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way






On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned

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

And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down



In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughing little girl who 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 the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned

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

And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down