|Performed By:||Willie Nelson|
Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wadn't bad so I had one more for desert Then I fumbled through my closet for 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 brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin' at the can that he was kicking 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 somewhere somehow along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was stoned Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down In the park I saw a daddy with the laughin' little girl that he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singing Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalk... [ guitar ] On the Sunday morning sidewalk... [ guitar ]
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