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Well I woke up Sunday morningWith no way to hold my headThat didn't hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn'tBad so I had one more for dessertThen I fumbled through my closetFor my clothesAnd found my cleanest dirty shirtAnd I shaved my faceAnd combed my hairAnd stumbled down the stairsTo meet the dayI'd smoked my brain the night beforeWith cigarettes and songsThat I've been pickin'But I lit my first and watched a small kidCussin' at a can that he was kickinThen I crossed the empty street andCaught the sunday smellOf someone fryin chickenAnd it took me back to somethingThat I'd lost somehowSomewhere along the wayLetras de cancionesOn the sunday morning sidewalkWishing lord that I was stonedCause there's something in a sundayThat makes a body feel aloneAnd there's nothing short of dyingHalf as lonesome as the soundOn the sleeping city sidewalkSunday morning coming downIn the park I saw a daddyWith a laughing little girlHe was swinginAnd I stopped beside the Sunday schoolAnd listened to the songThat they were singingThen I headed back for homeAnd somewhere far awayA lonely bell was ringingAnd it echoed thru the canyon likeThe disappearing dreams of yesterdayOn the sunday morning sidewalkWishing lord that I was stonedCause therels something in a sundayThat makes a body feel aloneAnd there's nothing short of dyingHalf as lonesome as the soundOn the sleeping city sidewalkSunday morning coming down From Letras Mania