Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics - Roy Drusky

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 

I fumbled in my closet for my clothes 

And found my cleanest dirty shirt 

And I shaved my face and combed my hair 

Stumbled down the stair to meet the day 

Well, I'd smoke my brain the night before 

With cigarettes and songs, I'd been a picking 

But I lit my first and watched the small kid 

Cussin' at a can that he was kicking 

Then I crossed the street and caught the Sunday 

Smell of someone fryin' chicken 

And it took me back to something 

That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk 

Wishing Lord that I was stoned 

'Cause there's something in a Sunday 

Makes a body feel alone 

And there's nothing sure to dying 

That's half as lonesome as the sound 

On the sleeping city sidewalk 

And Sunday morning coming down 

In the park I saw a daddy with, 'The laughin' little girl' 

That he was swinging 

And I stopped beside the Sunday school 

And listened to the songs they were singing 

Then I headed back for home 

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing 

And it echoed through the canyons 

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk 

Wishing Lord that I was stoned 

'Cause there's something in a Sunday 

Makes a body feel alone