Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down Sammi Smith

[Verse 1]
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 dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face, combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to greet the day

[Verse 2]
Well, I'd smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
Well, I'd lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somеthin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewherе along the way

[Chorus]
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down