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Well I woke up Sunday
With no way to hold my
That hurt
And the beer I had for wasn't bad
So I had one for dessert
Then I fumbled my closet
For my
And my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my and combed my hair
And down the stairs
To the day

I'd my brain, night before
and songs
That I've pickin'
But I lit my first and a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was
Then I the empty street
the Sunday smell
Of someone fryin'
And it me back to somethin'
I'd lost somehow
Somewhere the way

On the Sunday mornin'
Wishin' Lord that I was
there's somethin' in a Sunday
That a body feel alone
And nothin' short of dyin'
as lonesome as a sound
On the city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' down

In the park I saw a
a laughin' little girl
He was
And I stopped beside the school
And listened to the
That they singin'
Then I back for home
And far away
A bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the
Like the disappearing dreams of

On the mornin' sidewalk
Wishin' that I was stoned
there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body alone
And there's nothin' of dyin'
Half as lonesome as a
On the sleepin' city
Sunday mornin' down

Du ru ru ru ru ru ru ru
Du ru ru ru ru ru ru
Du ru ru ru ru ru ru ru
(Ooh)
Du ru ru ru ru ru ru
Du ru ru ru ru ru ru ru
Du ru ru ru ru ru ru
(Hmm, yea)
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