Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics - Me First And The Gimme Gimmes

Well, 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 for dessert 

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes 

And found my cleanest dirty shirt 

An' I washed my face and combed my hair 

Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day 

I'd smoked my mind the night before 

With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' 

But I lit my first and watched a small kid 

Playin' with a can that he was kickin' 

And I walked across the street 

An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken 

And it took me back to somethin' 

That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk 

I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned 

'Cause there's something 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 sidewalks 

And Sunday morning coming down 

In the park I saw a daddy 

With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' 

And I stopped behind a Sunday school 

And listened to the songs that they were singin' 

I headed down the street 

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' 

And it echoed through the canyons 

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday 

On the Sunday morning sidewalk 

I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned 

'Cause there's something 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 sidewalks 

And Sunday morning coming down 

On the sleepin' city sidewalks 

And Sunday morning coming down