Lyrics
there ain t nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound
On the sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that i was stoned, i d smoke my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that i ve been, then i washed my face and combed my hair
in the park i saw a daddy with the laughin little girl that he was swingin
And i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s, then i headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin Sunday, then i headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin
On the sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that i was stoned, and i stopped beside a sunday school and listened to the song that they were Coming, and the beer i had for breakfast wasn t bad so i had one more for desert
then i crossed the empty street and caught
and i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s
Then i headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin, the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken
There ain t nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound, on the sunday morning sidewalk
Then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty, and i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s
Well i woke up sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn t hurt, in the park i saw a daddy with the laughin little girl that he was swingin
And it took me back to something that i d lost somehow somewhere along the way, of the sleepin city sidewalk sunday morning coming down Down, and i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s
Then i washed my face and combed my hair, on the sunday morning sidewalk The, in the park i saw a daddy with the laughin little girl that he was swingin
cause there s something in a sunday makes a body feel alone
then i crossed the empty street and caught
Cause there s something in a sunday makes a body feel alone, and the beer i had for breakfast wasn t bad so i had one more for desert
And i stopped beside a sunday school and listened to the song that they were, and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day Coming, and i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s
Then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty, and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day, cause there s something in a sunday makes a body feel alone
then i crossed the empty street and caught
and i stopped beside a sunday school and listened to the song that they were
And i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s, then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty
On the sunday morning sidewalk, the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday, on the sunday morning sidewalk
On the sunday morning sidewalk, and the beer i had for breakfast wasn t bad so i had one more for desert Morning, then i washed my face and combed my hair
and it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
And the beer i had for breakfast wasn t bad so i had one more for desert, cause there s something in a sunday makes a body feel alone Highwaymen, and i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s
Well i woke up sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn t hurt, then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty, in the park i saw a daddy with the laughin little girl that he was swingin
and i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s
There ain t nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound, on the sunday morning sidewalk, and i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s
And the beer i had for breakfast wasn t bad so i had one more for desert, on the sunday morning sidewalk
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday, the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken
Cause there s something in a sunday makes a body feel alone, and it took me back to something that i d lost somehow somewhere along the way
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
On the sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that i was stoned, of the sleepin city sidewalk sunday morning coming down, and i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday, and i stopped beside a sunday school and listened to the song that they were
And the beer i had for breakfast wasn t bad so i had one more for desert, and i stopped beside a sunday school and listened to the song that they were
Then i crossed the empty street and caught, and it took me back to something that i d lost somehow somewhere along the way
Then i crossed the empty street and caught, i d smoke my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that i ve been
I d smoke my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that i ve been, on the sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that i was stoned Morning, cause there s something in a sunday makes a body feel alone
Then i crossed the empty street and caught, and it took me back to something that i d lost somehow somewhere along the way Sunday, then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty
Then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty, and i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s
On the sunday morning sidewalk, of the sleepin city sidewalk sunday morning coming down
and it took me back to something that i d lost somehow somewhere along the way
And i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s, on the sunday morning sidewalk The, well i woke up sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn t hurt
Then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty, the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken
And i stopped beside a sunday school and listened to the song that they were, well i woke up sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn t hurt, then i crossed the empty street and caught
Cause there s something in a sunday makes a body feel alone, of the sleepin city sidewalk sunday morning coming down
And i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s, then i crossed the empty street and caught
Of the sleepin city sidewalk sunday morning coming down, i d smoke my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that i ve been Sunday, and it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
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
And i lit my first and watched the small kid cussin at the can that he s, the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken, then i fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day, on the sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that i was stoned
of the sleepin city sidewalk sunday morning coming down
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday, then i crossed the empty street and caught Highwaymen, and i stopped beside a sunday school and listened to the song that they were
and the beer i had for breakfast wasn t bad so i had one more for desert
in the park i saw a daddy with the laughin little girl that he was swingin
Cause there s something in a sunday makes a body feel alone, on the sunday morning sidewalk wishing lord that i was stoned