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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 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 
with cigarettes and songs 
that I've 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 something 
that I'd lost somehow 
somewhere along the way 
on the 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 
half as lonesome as the sound 
on the sleeping city sidewalk 
sunday morning coming down 
in the park I saw a daddy 
with a laughing little girl 
he was swingin 
and I stopped beside the Sunday school 
and listened to the song 
that they were singing 
then I headed back for home 
and somewhere far away 
a lonely bell was ringing 
and it echoed thru the canyon like 
the disappearing dreams of yesterday 
on the sunday morning sidewalk 
wishing lord that I was stoned 
cause therels something in a sunday 
that makes a body feel alone 
and there's nothing short of dying 
half as lonesome as the sound 
on the sleeping city sidewalk 
sunday morning coming down

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