Sunday Morning Coming Down - Live At The Paramount Theatre, NJ/1990

(Mmm got a lot of request answer tonight

But here is a song I liked to do sometimes

For me too because

Singing these words with reflecting back home where I've been

Is important for me to do sometime

'Cause I don't want to lose track of where else I'm trying to go

Right now I'm an ass break parking that's good

I dedicate this to Kris Kristofferson too 'cause he wrote it in

Especially to Kris 'cause he just had a birthday he was 81

Well 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

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'

That I lit my first and watched a small boy

Cursin' at a can that he was kicking

I crossed the empty street

Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

And it took me back to somethin'

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

There ain't nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

Listened to the songs they were singin'

I headed down the road

Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

And it echoed through the canyon

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned

'Cause there's something about a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

There ain't nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday mornin' comin' down