[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
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[Verse 2]
I’d smoke my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs, I’d been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell on someone’s frying chicken
And it took me back to something
That I’d lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way

[Chorus]
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I’m wishing, lord, that I was stoned
Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there’s nothing short of dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down