Sunday Morning Coming Down Brian Owens (Ft. Austin Grimm 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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[Verse 2]
I'd smoked my mind the night before
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kickin'
Then I walked across the street
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken, mm
Lord, it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way

[Chorus]
On the Sunday morning sidewalk (Sunday morning)
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned (Sunday morning)
'Cause there's something 'bout a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone (Sunday morning)
And there's nothin' short of dyin' (Sunday morning)
As half as lonesome as the sound, yeah (Sunday morning)
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down
(Sunday mornin' comin' down)