Interpretation of Sunday Morning Coming Down

I love the song that Johnny Cash popularized called Sunday Morning Coming Down. If you never heard of it listen to it here

YouTube - Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down

It seems to me to be about a man who is use to partying up his days off hence Friday and Saturday with alcohol but instead smokes and when he wakes up sunday he has nno way to hold his head that doesnt hurt because he didnt drink! and I know everyone knows that feeling after a long night of smoking you wake up and you stumble to grab some clothes and take a nice walk and enjoy!!! DAMN THIS SONG IS INSANELY RELATIVE

There is nothing I hate more than walking when I have that 'long night on weed' feeling.

I just feel drained of energy. Personally, I like to sit in front of the TV eating, followed by a nice cold beer. :jointsmile:

you guys are speaking of herb like it's some hardcore narcotic drug. No matter how much I smoke the night before, I wake up feeling refreshed and normal.

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Originally Posted by burnable

you guys are speaking of herb like it's some hardcore narcotic drug. No matter how much I smoke the night before, I wake up feeling refreshed and normal.

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I'm usually fine. But sometimes if I smoke LOADS and have had a few drinks too I feel pretty shitty the next day. :toilet_claw:

that sounds like every morning for me

yes Gorlax you posted a great song with alot of meaning to it

heres the lyrics enjoy~~


SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
By Johnny Cash
Taken from the album "Classic Cash" (c)1988 PolyGram Records

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
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small boy
Cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin'
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 stone (I like this part)

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there ain't nothing short of dying

Half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleeping city sidewalk

Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the songs that they were singin'
I headed down the road,
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday

Written by Kris Kristopherson.:jointsmile:
A fellow smoker.:thumbsup:

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Written by Kris Kristopherson.
A fellow smoker.

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Amen brother,take care,be well,and most of all be safe.