Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' 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 through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt Washed my face, combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day 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 song they were singin' Then I headed back for home Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it took back to somеthing That I lost somehow somewherе along the way On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk Wishin', Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone There ain't nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down