"Sunday Morning Coming Down" lyrics - MICHAEL RAY

I woke up Sunday mornin'
No way to hold my head that didn't hurt
The beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
And I fumbled in my closet for my clothes
Found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face, combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can he was kickin'
An' I walk across the street
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And nothin' short o' dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down

An' in the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl he was swingin'
And then I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened
To the songs they were singin'
Made my way across the street
And omewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And nothin' short o' dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down