Sunday Mornin' Coming' Down - Steve Hofmeyr

As I woke up Sunday mornin'

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 dessert

Then I fumbled through my closet

For my cloths

And found my cleanest dirty shirt

And I shaved my face

And combed my hair

Stumbled down the stairs

To meet the day

Well I smoked my brain, the night before

With cigarettes and songs

That I’ve been pickin'

And I lit my first to watch the small kid

Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'

Then I cross the empty street

And caught the Sunday smell of

Someone fryin' chicken

And it took me back to somethin'

That I lost somehow

Somewhere along the way

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk

Wishin' lord that I was stoned

Cause there’s somethin' in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there’s nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughin' little girl

He was swingin'

And I stopped beside the Sunday school

And listened to the song

That they were singin'

Then I headed back for home

And somewhere far away

A lonely bell was ringin'

And it echoed thru the canyon like

The disappearin' dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk

Wishin' lord that I was stoned

Cause there’s somethin' in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there’s nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday mornin' comin' down

On the sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday mornin' comin' down