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  1. 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 my cleanest dirty shirt.
    then i washed my face and combed my hair
    and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

    i'd smoked my mind the night before
    with cigarettes and the songs i'd been pickin'
    but i lit my first and watched a small kid
    playin' with a can that he was kicking
    then i walked across the street
    and caught the sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
    and it took me back to somethin'
    that i'd 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 a body feel alone.
    and there's nothin' short of dyin'
    that's half as lonesome as the sound
    of a sleepin' city sidewalk
    and 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
    and listened to the songs they were singin'
    then i headed down the street
    and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
    and it echoed thru the canyon
    like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

    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 nothin' short of dyin'
    that's half as lonesome as the sound
    of a sleepin' city sidewalk
    and sunday mornin' comin' down.