Nat Stuckey Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics:
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 to my clothes and
found my cleanest dirty shirt And I washed my face
and combed my hair stumbled down the stairs to
meet the day

Well I'd smoked my brain the night before With
cigarettes and songs that'd I'd been pickin' But I
lit my first and watched the small kid cussin' at
a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty
street And caught the Sunday smell of someone
fryin' chicken And it took me back to something
that I've lost somehow somewhere along the way

On a Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I
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was stoned Cause there's something in a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing short of dying that passes
lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city
sidewalk on Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little
girl he was swingin' And I stopped beside a 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
through the canyons like the disappearing dreams
of yesterday On a Sunday morning sidewalk..

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 half as lonesome as the sound Of
the sleeping city sidewalk on Sunday morning
coming down
Lyrics: Sunday Morning Coming Down, Nat Stuckey [end]