31 Jan 2021 10:14:44
Hope Ed will let me re-post this guys.
Saturdays result .
Celtic 1 Snt Mirren 2.
Compliments to Johny Cash .

Lenny woke up Sunday morning.
With no way to hold his head, that didn't hurt.
And the beer he had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So he had one more for dessert.
Then he fumbled in his closet through his clothes.
And found his cleanest dirty shirt.
Then he washed his boots and combed his hair.
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

He'd smoked his mind the night before.
With cigarettes and the songs that he'd been pickin'.
But he lit his first and watched a small kid.
Playin' with a can that he was kicking.
Then he walked across the street.
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken.
And it took him back to something'.
That he'd lost somewhere, somehow that Saturday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk.
Lenny's wishing Lord that he was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday.
That makes wee lennon feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin'.
That's half as lonesome as the sound.
Of a sleepin' Glasgow city .
And a Sunday mornin' celtic going down.

In the park he saw a daddy.
With a laughin' little Rangers girl who he was swingin'.
And he stopped beside a Sunday school.
And listened to the songs that they were singin'
Then he headed down the street.
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed thru the cavern .
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk.
Lennon's wishing Lord that he was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday.
That makes wee Lenny feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin'.
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' Glasgow city .
And a Sunday mornin' celtic going down.

Cheers Ed.


1.) 01 Feb 2021
31 Jan 2021 12:35:28
Bluebilly - what a great talent you have, well done sir.