Hank Snow - Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics
Well, I woke up Sunday morningWith no way to hold my head that didn't hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn't badSo I had one more for desertThen I fumbled in my closet through my clothesAnd found my cleanest dirty shirtThen I washed my face and combed my hairAnd stumbled down the stair to meet the dayI'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettesAnd songs that I'd been pickingBut I lit my first and watched the small kid playingWith the can that he was kickingThen I walked across the streetAnd caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chickenLord, it took me back to somethingThat I'd lost somewhere somehow along the wayOn the Sunday morning sidewalkI'm wishing Lord, that I was stoned'Cause there's somethin' in a SundayThat makes a body feel aloneAnd there's nothin' sure to dyingThat's half as lonesome as the soundOf the sleepin' city sidewalkAnd Sunday morning coming downIn the park I saw a daddy with the laughin' little girlThat he was swingingAnd I stopped beside a Sunday schoolAnd listened to the songs they were singingThen I headed down the streetAnd somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringingAnd it echoed through the canyonsLike the disappearing dream of yesterdayOn the Sunday morning sidewalk