Sunday Morning Coming Down Lynn Anderson

[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 skirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to greet the day

[Verse 2]
Well, I smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I've been a-pickin'
But I 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 frying chicken
And it took me back to something
That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way

[Chorus]
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonely as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down