About the song
“Sunday Morning Coming Down” is a classic country song written by Kris Kristofferson and made famous by Johnny Cash. It tells the story of a man who has hit rock bottom and is trying to find his way back. The song is both poignant and evocative, and it has resonated with listeners for decades.
The song begins with the protagonist waking up on a Sunday morning feeling hungover and depressed. He is surrounded by the remnants of his party from the night before, and he knows that he has made some bad choices. He reflects on his life and realizes that he is not happy with the direction that it is going.
The chorus of the song is particularly powerful. It expresses the protagonist’s longing for a better life and his hope that he can find redemption. He sings, “Sunday morning coming down/With a hangover, blues and all around/Wishin’ Lord, I was stoned/Wishin’ Lord, I was home and alone/Sunday morning comin’ down/Bangin’ my head against the wall/Sunday morning comin’ down/Wishin’ I’d never been born at all.”
The song ends on a hopeful note. The protagonist realizes that he cannot change the past, but he can make a better future for himself. He resolves to turn his life around and start fresh.
“Sunday Morning Coming Down” is a timeless song that speaks to the human experience of struggle and redemption. It is a reminder that we all make mistakes, but that we can always learn from them and move forward.
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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