Easy Like Sunday Morning

There is something truly different about the way a Sunday feels. Whether one chooses to dedicate the day to football, church or sleeping in after staying out way too late Saturday night is their own personal choice, but most would agree Sunday has its own particular vibe. Quite different from a Monday. Take Lionel Richie’s take on a Sunday for instance:

I’m easy like Sunday morning

That’s why I’m easy
, I’m easy like Sunday morning

Because I’m easy,
 Easy like Sunday morning

Because I’m easy,
 Easy like Sunday morning

Nicely said father of Nicole. I’m guessing he meant relaxed. How’s bout you Kris Kristofferson?

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Well I woke up Sunday morning

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With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt

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And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad

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So I had one more for desert

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Then I fumbled thru my closet for my clothes

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And found my cleanest dirty shirt

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And I shaved my face & combed my hair

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Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I’d smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes

And songs that I’d been pickin’

But I lit my first & watched a small kid cussin’

at a can that he was kickin’

Then I crossed the empty street & caught the Sunday

Smell of someone fryin’ chicken

And it took me back to something that I’d lost

Somehow, somewhere along the way

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On the Sunday morning sidewalks

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Wishin’ Lord that I was stoned

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‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday

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That makes a body feel alone

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And there’s nothin’ short o’ dyin’

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Half as lonesome as the sound

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On the sleepin’ city sidewalks

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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 song that they were singing

Then I headed back for home & somewhere

far away a lonely bell was ringing

And it echoed thru the canyons

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

I included the chords just in case you were inspired to pick up your guitar and sing along! Wrong chords courtesy of the internet unfortunately, so have fun with that one.

On this most recent Sunday, we set off walking to meet Elizabeth and Stephan for brunch and ended up trimming the Christmas tree later with old friends the Heltens. Ten miles or so through the streets of East Vancouver we ambled- Amanda and I and our little guys walking together on a clear sunny December day.

I actually carried Travis, and Levi was mostly asleep in the stroller but we won’t quibble over the details…just picture a family of four walking into the sun.