v.1
Well I woke up Sunday mornin' 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 through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed 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'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin'
Then I walked across the street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
Lord, it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way

Chorus:
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk, I'm wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin', short of dyin', that's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk, and Sunday mornin' comin' down

v.3
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday

Rpt. Ch.