Wednesday, April 15, 2015

M is for Monday Morning Coming Down


Scott Weldon of First Southern Baptist Church of Marshfield, MO - this is for you brother!

Disclaimer: Although I wrote this for my friend who, like most of us, sometimes struggles with Mondays, I am not nor do I intend to imply that Scott bets on football games, likes fried chicken, is a friend of hippies, or maintains blurry eyes. This is just a parody of Kris Kristofferson's Sunday Morning Coming Down!https://youtu.be/ED5s1-Fe9FA

Monday Morning's Back Again
 
Well, I woke up Monday morning
with one idea to stop the hurt
I had to put on a pot of black coffee
And wait for it to perk
Then I faced the fact the weekend was over
Now I have to go back to work
So I washed my teeth and brushed my face
And fell down the stairs to meet the day

I’d smote my brain the last two days
With football bets I’d been a pickin'
Went out to eat and stuffed my face
With tons of fried chicken
We all went to church
And thought about what momma was fixin'
And Lord, it too me back to knowing this was Monday
Someway, somehow I had to face the fact

On a Monday morning wakeup
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was home
Cause there’s something in a Monday
That makes a man grab a phone
And there’s nothing short a’ lying
When I tell the boss I can’t come in
Cause my eyes are way to blurry
And Monday morning’s back again

In the park I saw a hippie
With a fire upped joint he was smoking
And I sat beside a friend of mine
And listened to all his joking
Then I stumbled down the street
And somewhere someone was poking
Me with a stick in his hand
Like the disappearing plans of yesterday

As I stand in line for coffee
I'm wishing just one time I could hear
that the news was telling us all
Monday's been cancelled for a year
then we would have reason to celebrate
And somewhere everyone would cheer
and all the noise they made
was like the raging sounds of rushing wind

On a Monday morning wakeup
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was home
Cause there’s something in a Monday
That makes a man grab a phone
And there’s nothing short a’ lying
When I tell the boss I can’t come in
Cause my eyes are way to blurry
And Monday morning’s back again

5 comments:

Scott said...

I do watch football. I do eat fried chicken. And not only do I have hippie friends, but I was one after a fashion (though I don't condone the actions of the hippie mentioned in this song!). Thanks for thinking of me, Gregg. I'll think of you as I sip my coffee!

Gregg Metcalf said...

You are welcome brother! I get a kick out of your posts when they relate to Mondays. So enjoy!

nashvillecats2 said...

Excellent Gregg, most interesting to read and loved every word.

Yvonne.

Eddie Eddings said...

All this talk of chicken the past few posts have made me hungry! Y'know the great thing about chicken is that you can eat 'em before they're born or after they die!

Maria Dunn said...

Very clever. thanks for making me smile. Maria@Delight Directed Living