looking forward to a season of Sunday Morning Coming Down
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 through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
And I stumble down the stairs to read the sports page.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That GT boxscore Makes a body feel alone
GT AD may be gone or the HC gone
or the end of the nightmare and both are gone
how did Johnny Cash know about 100-0?