Featuring: Shelby Lynne
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 to my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I shaved my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to start the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking
Then I'd lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussing at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed an empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
And it took me back to something
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
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 back from somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
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 to my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I shaved my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to start the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking
Then I'd lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussing at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed an empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
And it took me back to something
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
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 back from somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
more tracks from the album
Thin Line
- Hey Elvis
- Going Where the Lonely Go
- Help Me Make It Through the Night
- I’ve Always Been Crazy
- Tulsa Time
- My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys
- Killing the Blues
- Hope (Let It Find You)
- Sunday Morning Coming Down
- Thin Line
- They’re Playin’ Our Song
- Loving Her Was Easier (Than Anything I’ll Ever Do Again)
- Angels Protect This Home
- Hillbilly On
From the album
- Thin Line (2016)
Billy Ray Cyrus popular songs
- Achy Breaky Heart
- I Want My Mullet Back
- She’s Not Crying Anymore
- Pictures Don’t Lie
- Only God Can Stop Me From Loving You
- One Night
- Lonely Wins
- These Boots Are Made For Walking
- What About Us
- The Freebird Fell
- Bluegrass State of Mind
- I Learned From You
- How’ve Ya Been
- Country Music Has the Blues
- Tell Me
- Cover to Cover
- Just As I Am
- Storm In The Heartland (song)
- Bread Alone
- It Could’ve Been Me
- The Way It Is
- Could’ve Been Me
- She’s Not Cryin’ Anymore
- Wher’m I Gonna Live?