Hank Snow – Sunday Morning Coming Down

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 through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt

Then I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stair to meet the day

I’d smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I’d been picking

But I lit my first and watched the small kid playing with the can that he was kicking

Then I walked across the street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken

Lord it took me back to something that I’d lost somewhere somehow along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk I’m wishing Lord that I was stoned

Cause there’s somethin’ in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone

And there’s nothin’ sure to dying that’s half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleepin’ city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down

[ guitar ]

In the park I saw a daddy with the laughin’ little girl that he was swinging

And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singing

Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing

And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dream of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk…