Sunday Morning Coming Down

willie nelson - sunday morning coming down

on a sunday morning sidewalk

i'm 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

half as lonesome as the sound

on a sleepy city sidewalk

sunday morning coming down

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 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 stair to meet the day

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 empty street and caught

the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

and it took me back to something

that i'd lost somewhere somehow along the way

on a sunday morning sidewalk...

in the park i saw a daddy

with the laughing little girl that he was swinging

and i stopped beside a sunday school

and listened to the songs they were singing

then i headedback for home and somewhere

far away a lonely bell was ringing

and it echoed through the canyons

like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

on a sunday morning sidewalk...

coming down coming down