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[00:06.00]Well  I woke up Sunday mornin'
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[00:08.75]With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
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[00:17.79]And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
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[00:22.22]So I had one more for dessert
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[00:29.77]Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
[00:34.03]And found my cleanest dirty shirt
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[00:41.83]An' I washed my face and combed my hair
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[00:45.57]Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
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[00:55.09]I'd smoked my mind the night before
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[00:58.09]With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
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[01:06.14]But I lit my first and watched a small kid
[01:10.20]Playin' with a can that he was kickin'
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[01:18.62]And I walked across the street
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[01:21.56]An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken
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[01:30.97]And it took me back to somethin'
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[01:34.41]That I'd lost somewhere  somehow along the way
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[01:41.71]On the Sunday morning sidewalk
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[01:47.90]I'm wishin'  Lord  that I was stoned
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[01:54.27]'Cause there's something in a Sunday
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[02:00.38]That makes a body feel alone
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[02:06.50]And there's nothin' short of dyin'
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[02:12.68]Half as lonesome as the sound
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[02:19.42]On the sleepin' city sidewalks
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[02:25.41]And Sunday morning coming down
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[02:33.27]In the park I saw a daddy
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[02:37.32]With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
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[02:46.25]And I stopped behind a Sunday school
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[02:50.33]And listened to the songs that they were singin'
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[02:59.19]Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
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[03:11.92]And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
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[03:22.81]On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was stoned
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[03:35.35]Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone
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[03:47.70]And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound
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[04:01.25]Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down