Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics - Hank Snow

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 desert 

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt 

Then I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stair to meet the day 

I'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking 

But I lit my first and watched the small kid playing with the can that he was kicking 

Then I walked across the street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken 

Lord it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 

Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone 

And there's nothin' sure to dying that's half as lonesome as the sound 

Of the sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down 

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In the park I saw a daddy with the laughin' little girl that he was swinging 

And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singing 

Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing 

And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dream of yesterday 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk...