Waylon Jennings and Johnny Paycheck - Sunday Morning Coming Down lyrics

[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 through my closet For my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face And combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs To meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and songs That I've been picking But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussing at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street and Caught the Sunday smell Of someone frying chicken And it took me back to something That I'd lost somehow Somewhere along the way [Chorus] On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing lord that I was stoned Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short of dying Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down [Verse 2] In the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl He was swinging And I stopped beside the Sunday school And listened to the song That they were singing Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away A lonely bell was ringing And it echoed thru the canyon like The disappearing dreams of yesterday [Chorus]