Sunday Mornin Comin Down-The Rubber Duck Convoy

Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down - Graham Blvd 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 dessert Then I fumbled in my closet Through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face And combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs To meet the day I'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first And watched a small kid playin' With a can that he was kicking Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell Of someone's fryin' chicken And it took me back to something That I'd lost somewhere Somehow along the way On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk Sunday morning comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl And he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs They were singin' Then I headed down the street And somewhere far away A lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams Of yesterday And on a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday morning comin' down