"Sunday Morning Coming Down" Lyrics 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. 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'. That's half as lonesome as the sound. Of a sleepin' city sidewalk. And Sunday mornin' comin' down. In the park I saw a daddy. With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
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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.. On the Sunday morning sidewalk, Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 'Cos there's something in a Sunday, Makes a body feel alone. And there's nothin' short of dyin', Half as lonesome as the sound, On the sleepin' city sidewalks: Sunday mornin' comin' down. Do do do do do do do do, Do do do do do do do, Do do do do do do do do, Do do do do do do do.
