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 smoke my mind the night before
With cigarettes and song I've been taken
But I lick my first and watch the small kid play
With a care that he was king
Then I walked across the street
And caught the sunday smell of someone frying chicken
Lord it took me back to something 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 nothing short of dying
As half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl
And he was swinging
And I stopped beside a sunday school
And listen to the song they were singing
And I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
And on a sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a sunday
Feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
As half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
And sunday morning coming down
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Party Tyme
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