Hank Snow - Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics

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 I stumbled down the stair to meet the day

I'd smoked 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 a 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 lost somewhere somehow along the way

On a 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' short to dying that's half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down

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

And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song 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 a disappearing dream of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk...