Bobby Bare - Sunday Morning Coming Down lyrics

In the park I see a daddy with the laughin' little girl that he's a swinging And I stop beside a Sunday school and listen to the song they're singing I'm headin' back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell is ringing And it echoes through the city like my disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was home 'Cause there's something bout a Sunday makes a body feel alone And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound On a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down. I smoked so much the night before my mouth feels like an ashtray I've been licking Now I light my first and watch a small kid cussin' at the can he's been a kicking I cross the empty street and catch the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it takes me back to something that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way. On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was home 'Cause there's something bout a Sunday makes a body feel alone And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound On a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down. On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was home 'Cause there's something bout a Sunday makes a body feel alone And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound On a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down...