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