I know Lumpy and KC Tattoo love it when I go all old school serious so here's my 2nd favorite song evah.
Written by Kris Kristofferson, made famous by JC.
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 songs I'd been pickin
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
playin with a can that he was kickin
then I walked cross the street
and caught the Sunday smell of someones fryin chicken
and lord it took me back to somethin
that I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way
on a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishin lord that I was stoned
'cause there's something in a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there's nothin short of dyin
that's half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleepin city sidewalk
and 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
and listened to the songs that they were singin
then I headed down the street
and somewhere far away a lonley bell was ringin
and it eched through the canyons
like the disappearing dream of yesterday
on a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishin lord that I was stoned
'cause there's something in a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there's nothin short of dyin
that's half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleepin city sidewalk
and Sunday mornin comin down