About the song
Let’s immerse ourselves in the evocative melodies of “Sunday Morning Coming Down,” a poignant composition brought to life by the esteemed Kris Kristofferson and the legendary Johnny Cash. Composed by Kristofferson himself, this timeless song is a lyrical exploration of solitude, regret, and the bittersweet memories that accompany a lonely Sunday morning.
Originally released by Kristofferson on his debut album, “Kristofferson,” in 1970, “Sunday Morning Coming Down” quickly garnered attention for its heartfelt lyrics and soul-stirring melody. However, it was Johnny Cash’s rendition of the song that catapulted it to greater prominence.
Featured on Cash’s album “The Johnny Cash Show,” released in 1970, his interpretation of “Sunday Morning Coming Down” resonated deeply with audiences, earning widespread acclaim and recognition. The song climbed the charts, reaching the number one spot on the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart and solidifying its status as a country music classic.
With Cash’s rich baritone voice and Kristofferson’s poetic lyrics, “Sunday Morning Coming Down” paints a vivid portrait of a man grappling with the aftermath of a wild Saturday night. The song’s introspective tone and raw emotion strike a chord with listeners, evoking feelings of nostalgia and contemplation.
Decades since its release, “Sunday Morning Coming Down” remains a beloved favorite among fans of both Kristofferson and Cash. Its enduring popularity serves as a testament to the timeless quality of its songwriting and the enduring legacy of two of country music’s most revered figures. So, sit back, relax, and let the haunting melodies of “Sunday Morning Coming Down” transport you to a place of reflection and introspection.
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Lyrics
Well, I woke up Sunday mornin’
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
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I’d smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I’d been pickin’
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin’ with a can that he was kickin’
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone’s fryin’ chicken
And Lord, it took me back to somethin’ that I’d lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way
On a Sunday mornin’ sidewalk
I’m wishin’, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s somethin’ in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there’s nothin’ short a’ dyin’
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin’ city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin’ comin’ down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin’ little girl that he was swingin’
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin’
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin’
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearin’ dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday mornin’ sidewalk
I’m wishin’, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s somethin’ in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there’s nothin’ short a’ dyin’
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin’ city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin’ comin’ down