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Johnny and Me
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) 
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Johnny And Me Here it is Sunday morning, seems like it comes every week. The people dress up so fine, to go and hear the preacher speak. But I'm sitting here drinking coffee, with a sad song on my mind. A song about a Sunday morning, of a very different kind. The way Johnny sings it, makes me want to sing along. Cause there's something in it's weakness, that makes it mighty strong. I can feel his head aching, and I can smell his cleanest dirty shirt. I can feel"Sunday Morning Coming Down," and I can feel how much it hurt. I can smell that chicken frying, cause I've traveled down that road. Counting what the bottle costs you, can be such a heavy load. And I know that feel of lonesome, when you don't even know yourself, And the weight of Sunday morning, when you feel theres nothing left. But I'm sitting here drinking coffee, thanking God I ain't who I used to be. When you say your prayers this Sunday morning, please don't forget Johnny and me. In memory of Johnny Cash. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Country songs come from plain ole livin' life ~ and our struggles to survive. You have done that, my friend. You'd do Johnny proud! ~ Truly! ~ and on so many levels. Enjoy your new life! You've got great things rollin' in! ~ and you deserve every single one of them!!! Kindred hugs 'n smiles, Linda  |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Linda Lou, I'll have to put having a friend like you at the top of those great things. :-) Thank you soooo much! :-) |
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Androgynous Member
since 2006-04-08
Posts 71 |
"And I know that feel of lonesome, when you don't even know yourself, And the weight of Sunday morning, when you feel theres nothing left." Awesome, really, and to Johnny, there's a man who can't get enough tributes, and this is a great one. Love "How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
An awesome tribute to a great man... Just know, you and Johnny are in my prayers. ~Hugs YOU!~ ~ Trace my body with your words, |
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Musicmaker1969 
since 2000-06-25
Posts 589Peterborough, Ontario Canada |
Isn't it amazing how time and God can change us when somebody or sombodies lol, are praying for us. I am glad you are not who you used to be. That must be a wonderful testimony for you. Yet there is sadness in your poem. I will pray for you this Sunday, today. Bless this man Lord, for he has asked for Your help. Reach out to him and bless him today and give him strength and peace. Sheri Adams Jesus lives in my heart! He can in yours too!!! |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Thank You Enchantress, and you in mine! :-) Thank you MusicMaker1969, I guess everything we encounter in life effects at least a small change. I am one of the lucky ones to escape the vicious cycle but there are many yet still in those chains. You don't do much singing from there. I think Johnny and me are singing for those. :-) |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I love the whole poem, Steve...and what it says about you...but especially this: "The way Johnny sings it, makes me want to sing along. Cause there's something in it's weakness, that makes it mighty strong." weak to be strong, like cruel to be kind...just so much truth in that and quite alot of wisdom. Wish the road to knowing wasn't so full of potholes...ya know?  |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down... I love your words for Johnny. I'm so glad you're not the way you used to be and I'm thanking God for you and Johnny this Sunday morning. Keep on keeping on. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Steve, a fine tribute to an awesome man who will never be forgotten and always live in our hearts!  I'm glad to be able to read you! |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Thank You Martie, them durn potholes sure make you appreciate a smooth road! :-) Thank You Dear Lady, to be a favorite of yours is gratifying indeed for you are truly one of mine. :-) Thank You passing shadows,I'm grateful that you read me! :-) |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
I can relate. Great write Bubba ! I watched "Walk The Line" a while back. I wept...I laughed... I praised God... At the site of a guardian angel in the form of Mother Maybelle Carter, confronting a drug dealer with a shotgun in her hands. ::smiles:: I remember her piercing eyes. Her Christ filled heart. I knew where she came from and knew where she was standing. I had to praise God. That image alone...was worth the price of admission. Keep walking the line , brother. |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Thanks Uriah, hearing from you once in a while sure helps! :-) |
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Debo Member
since 2006-04-18
Posts 321Texas U.S.A. |
You have written a very beautiful poem and I must reply to this one. My father would play this song on his Guitar while we would sit around the camp fire when I was young. and when he sang, Well I woke up sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. I could see a tear in his eyes. He met Johnny Cash when he was in a band called the five of hearts. Long before I was thought of. On the Louisiana hay ride circuit. Johnny cash is still my Idiol today Great poem Steven Thanks for sharing Debo |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Very well thought out and written Steve |
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