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Verse 1
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Well, I woke up Sunday morning
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With no way to hold my
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head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for
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breakfast wasn't bad
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So I had one more for dessert
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Then I fumbled in my closet
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And found my cleanest dirty shirt
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Then I washed my face
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And stumbled down the stair
Verse 2
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I'd smoked my mind the night before
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With cigarettes and song
But I lit my first and watched
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Playing with a can that he was kicking
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Then I walked across the street
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And caught the Sunday smell of
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someone's frying chicken
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And Lord, it took me back
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to something that I'd lost
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Somewhere, somehow along the way
Verse 3
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On a Sunday morning sidewalk
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I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something
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That makes a body feel alone
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And there's nothing short a' dying
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That's half as lonesome as the sound
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Of the sleeping city sidewalk
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And Sunday morning coming down
Verse 4
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In the park I saw a daddy
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With a laughing little girl
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that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
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And listened to the songs
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Then I headed down the street
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And somewhere far away a lonely
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bell was ringing
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And it echoed through the canyons
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Like the disappearing
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Verse 5
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On a Sunday morning sidewalk
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I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
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'Cause there's something in a Sunday
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That makes a body feel alone
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And there's nothing short a' dying
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That's half as lonesome as the sound
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Of the sleeping city sidewalk
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And Sunday morning coming down
Outro 1
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