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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 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 songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid

playin' with a can that he was kickin'.
Then I walked across the street
and caught the Sunday smell of someone's

fryin' chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to somethin'
that I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned,
'Cause there's somethin' 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 the sleepin' city sidewalks
and Sunday mornin' comin' down.
In the park, I saw a daddy

with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
and listened to the songs they were singin'.

Then I headed down the streets,
and somewhere far away a lonely bell
was ringin'.

And it echoed through the canyons
like a disappearin' dream of yesterday.
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,

I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned,
'Cause there's somethin' 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 the sleepin' city sidewalks

and Sunday mornin' comin' down.%+%+%+

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