Sunday Morning, Coming Down

Johnny Cash cover

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

Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Playing with a can that he was kicking

Then I walked across the street

And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

And oh it took me back to somethin'

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 ain't nothin' short of dyin'

As half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk

And Sunday mornings coming down

In the park, I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl who he was swinging

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the songs that they were singing

Then I headed down the streets

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing

And it echoed through the canyons

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

Oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That'll make a body feel alone

And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'

Thats half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk

And Sunday mornin' comin' down