Thursday, April 16, 2015

ATF: Southern Sundays

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Sunday in the South
Shenandoah
Millworker houses lined up in a row
Another southern Sunday's mornin’ glow
Beneath the steeple all the people had begun
Shakin’ hands with the man who grips the Gospel gun
While in quiet prayer
The smell of dinner on the ground
Fills up the mornin’ air
Ain't nothin’ sweeter around

I can almost hear my mama pray
Oh Lord forgive us
When we doubt
Another sacred Sunday
In the south
Alright

A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all
Poppin’ in the wind like an angry cannon ball
Now the coals of history are cold and still
But they still smell the powder burnin’
And they probably always will
And on the old town square
Under the barber shop pole
They sit me up in the chair
When I was four years-old

I can almost hear my papa say
Won't you hold still son
Stop squirmin’ around
Another southern Sunday's
Comin' down

I can almost hear the old folks say
You made it big
One day you'll leave this town
Some other lazy Sunday
You'll be back around

I can feel the evenin’
Sun go down
And all the lights in the houses
One by one go out
Softly in the distance
Nothin’ stirs about
And the night is filled
With the sound of a whipporwill
On a Sunday
In the south
Alright

Just another Sunday
Just another Sunday
In the south
Oh another sacred Sunday
In the south
Just another Sunday
How I miss them old sweet Sundays
In the south
Another sacred Sunday
I can hear my mama callin’
In the south
Alright



Sunday Morning Coming Down
Johnny Cash
Well I woke up Sunday mornin’
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 across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken
And Lord it took me back to somethin’ that I'd lost
Somewhere somehow along the way

On a Sunday mornin’ sidewalk
I'm wishin’ Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin’ 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 the 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 they were singin’
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin’
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearin’ dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday mornin’ sidewalk
I'm wishin’ Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin’ 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 the sleepin’ city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin’ comin’ down

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14 comments:

  1. Now you're talking. Johnny Cash is THE BEST!!! I'm a devout fan!

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Shadow!!! That song is incredibly bittersweet to me. For I know from very personal experience just exactly how Kristofferson felt when he wrote it and the feelings conveyed through Johnny's singing. It now serves as a reminder of where I have been rescued from.

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  2. Johnny Cash is fantastic! :)

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Linda!!! INDEED!!!!!!!!!

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  3. My dad loved Johnny Cash, and I always think of dad when I hear Cash's music.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Stephen!!! Your dad was indeed a good man, and you are being a good son for remembering.

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  4. I don't think I can listen to southern Sunday songs when it's only Thursday. :)

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! HEATHEN!

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  5. I've not heard Shenandoah for a while. They're great. And, what a terrific songwriter Kris Kristofferson was; he wrote so many wonderful songs. A huge fan of him I am!

    Thanks for the tunes. :)

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! Kristofferson wasn't too bad as an actor, neither.

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    2. Yep....I love Kristofferson in everyone of his guises. :)

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    3. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Lee!!! As we all should.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Adullamite!!! You may like this coming Monday's better.

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