I'd smoked my brain the night before
And somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin'
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
So I had one more for dessert
Sunday mornin' comin' down
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Makes your body feel alone
Then I headed back for home
An' caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Listened to the song they were singin'
Songwriter: Kris Kristofferson
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Publisher: COMBINE MUSIC CORPORATION
An' I washed my face, combed my hair
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
And it took me back to somethin'
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Makes a body feel alone
Then I crossed the empty street
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
Makes a body feel alone
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Sunday mornin' comin' down
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Sunday mornin' comin' down
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
In the park I saw a daddy
Half as lonesome as the sound
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
Half as lonesome as the sound
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad