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Well, I woke up Sunday morning |
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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. |
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And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, |
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So I had one more for dessert. |
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Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes, |
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And found my cleanest dirty shirt. |
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And I washed my face and combed my hair |
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And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. |
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I'd smoked my brain the night before |
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With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking. |
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But I lit my first and watched a small kid. |
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'Cause at the can that he was kicking. |
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Then I across the street, |
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And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken. |
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And it took me back to something that I'd lost, |
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Somehow,somewhere along the way. |
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On the Sunday morning sidewalk, |
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I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. |
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'Cause there's something in a Sunday |
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That makes a body feel alone. |
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And there's nothing shorter than dying |
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Half as lonesome as the sound, |
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On the sleeping city sidewalk. |
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Sunday morning coming down. |
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In the park I saw a daddy |
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With a laughing little girl that he was swinging. |
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And I stopped beside a Sunday school |
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And listened to the songs they were singing. |
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Then I headed back for home, |
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And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing, |
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And it echoed through the canyon |
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Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. |
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On the Sunday morning sidewalk, |
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I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. |
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'Cause there's something in a Sunday |
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That makes a body feel alone. |
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And there's nothing short than dying |
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Half as lonesome as the sound |
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On the sleeping city sidewalk |
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And Sunday morning coming down. |
