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1. Well I woke up Sunday morning
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   with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt 
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   and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad 
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   so I had one more for dessert
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   then I fumbled in my closet through for my clothes
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   and found my cleanest dirty shirt 
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   then I washed my face and combed my hair
   and stumbled the stairs to meet the day
   
2. I'd smoked my mind the night before 
   with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
   but I lit my first and watched a small kid
   playing with a can that he was kicking
   then I walked across the street
   and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
   and Lord it took me back to something
   that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way

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R: On the Sunday morning sidewalk
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   I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned   
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   'cause there's is something in a Sunday
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   that makes a body feel alone
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   and there's nothing short of dying
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   that's half as lonesome as the sound
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   of the sleeping city sidewalk
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   and Sunday morning coming down

3. In the park I saw a daddy
   with a laughing 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 canyon like
   the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
 
R: On the Sunday morning sidewalks...