Hank Snow - Sunday Morning Coming Down

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 stumbled down the stair to meet the day
I`d smoke 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 the 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`d lost somewhere somehow along the way
On the 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` sure to dying that`s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin` city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy with the laughin` little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs 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 the disappearing dream of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk...