Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Lyrics - Shawn Mullins

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 

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, night before 

Cigarettes and songs 

That I've been pickin' 

But I lit my first and watched a small kid 

Cussin' at a can that he was kickin' 

Then I crossed the empty street 

Caught the Sunday smell 

Of someone fryin' chicken 

And it took me back to somethin' 

That I'd lost somehow 

Somewhere along the way 

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk 

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' 

Half as lonesome as a sound 

On the sleepin' city sidewalk 

Sunday mornin' comin' down 

In the park I saw a daddy 

With a laughin' little girl 

He was swingin' 

And I stopped beside the Sunday school 

And listened to the song 

That they were singin' 

Then I headed back for home 

And somewhere far away 

A lonely bell was ringin' 

And it echoed through the Canyon 

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday 

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk 

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' 

Half as lonesome as a sound 

On the sleepin' city sidewalk 

Sunday mornin' comin' down 

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