[00:00.00] Well, I woke up
[00:01.86]Sunday morning
[00:03.84]With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
[00:10.32]And the beer
[00:11.34]I had for breakfast wasn't bad
[00:14.58]So I had one more for dessert
[00:19.62]Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
[00:24.00]And found my cleanest dirty shirt
[00:31.95]Then I washed my face and combed my hair
[00:35.82]Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[00:41.25]I'd smoked my mind the night before
[00:44.85]With cigarettes and songs that
[00:47.37]I'd been pickin'
[00:49.53]But I lit my first and watched a small boy[Incomprehensible ] at a can that he'd been kicking
[01:06.90]I crossed the empty street
[01:08.91]Caught the
[01:09.39]Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
[01:17.91]And it took me back to somethin'
[01:21.24]That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way
[01:28.89]On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[01:34.35]I'm wishing,
[01:35.49]Lord, that
[01:36.54]I was stoned'
[01:37.86]Cause there's something in a
[01:43.05]SundayThat makes a body feel alone
[01:53.22]And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
[01:59.34]Half as lonesome as the sound
[02:05.31]Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[02:11.37]Sunday mornin' comin' down
[02:18.93]In the park,
[02:20.07]I saw a daddy
[02:22.23]With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
[02:26.64]And I stopped beside a
[02:33.27]Sunday school
[02:35.10]Listened to the songs that they were singin'
[02:43.44]I headed down the road
[02:46.26]Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
[02:51.81]And it echoed through the canyons
[02:58.50]Like a disappearing dream of yesterday
[03:05.64]On a Sunday morning sidewalk
[03:09.93]Oh, I'm wishing,
[03:12.36]Lord, that
[03:13.38]I was stoned'
[03:15.45]Cause there's something about a
[03:19.80]SundayThat'll make your body feel alone
[03:29.58]And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
[03:35.58]Half as lonesome as the sound
[03:41.52]Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
[03:47.85]Sunday mornin' comin' down

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
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs that
I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small boy at a can that he'd been kicking
I crossed the empty street
Caught the
Sunday smell of someone 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
SundayThat makes a body feel alone
And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
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
Listened to the songs that they were singin'
I headed down the road
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
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
SundayThat'll make your body feel alone
And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down