My Sunday Feeling

My Sunday feeling is coming on, over me.
My Sunday feeling is coming on, over me,
And I bet the night is over.
Got to clear my head so I can see.
'Till I get her put together,
That old feeling won’t let me be.
Won’t somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?
Won’t somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?
I really don’t remember,
But give me one more cigarette and I think I might.
'Till I get her put together,
That old feeling can’t yet arrive.
Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said?
Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said?
Oh, I don’t feel so good.
Need someone to help me to my bed.
'Till I get her put together,
That old feeling is in my head.