[Verse 1] 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 And I washed my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day [Verse 2] 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 And I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken And it took me back to something That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way [Chorus] 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's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday mornin' comin' down [Verse 3] In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' And I stopped behind a Sunday school And listened to the songs that they were singin' I headed down the street And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday [Chorus] 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's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday mornin' comin' down [Refrain] On the sleepin' city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down