[color=cyan]Well I woke up Sunday morning[/color]
[color=cyan]With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt[/color]
[color=cyan]And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,[/color]
[color=cyan]So I had one more for dessert.[/color]
[color=cyan]Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes[/color]
[color=cyan]And found my cleanest dirty shirt.[/color]
[color=cyan]Then I washed my face and combed my hair[/color]
[color=cyan]And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.[/color]
[color=cyan] [/color]
[color=cyan]I'd smoked my mind the night before[/color]
[color=cyan]With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'[/color]
[color=cyan]But I lit my first and watched a small kid[/color]
[color=cyan]Playin' with a can that he was kicking[/color]
[color=cyan]Then I walked across the street[/color]
[color=cyan]And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken[/color]
[color=cyan]And it took me back to somethin'[/color]
[color=cyan]That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.[/color]
[color=cyan] [/color]
[color=cyan]On a Sunday morning sidewalk[/color]
[color=cyan]I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned[/color]
[color=cyan]'Cause there's something in a Sunday[/color]
[color=cyan]That makes a body feel alone.[/color]
[color=cyan]And there's nothin' short of dyin'[/color]
[color=cyan]That's half as lonesome as the sound[/color]
[color=cyan]Of a sleepin' city sidewalk[/color]
[color=cyan]And Sunday mornin' comin' down.[/color]
[color=cyan] [/color]
[color=cyan]In the park I saw a daddy[/color]
[color=cyan]With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'[/color]
[color=cyan]And I stopped beside a Sunday school[/color]
[color=cyan]And listened to the songs they were singin'[/color]
[color=cyan]Then I headed down the street[/color]
[color=cyan]And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'[/color]
[color=cyan]And it echoed thru the canyon [/color]
[color=cyan]Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.[/color]
[color=cyan] [/color]
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