Kris Kristofferson – Sunday morning coming down (1970)

About the song

Have you ever woken up on a Sunday morning feeling a little lost, a bit blue? If so, then Kris Kristofferson’s timeless classic, “Sunday Morning Coming Down,” is the perfect soundtrack to accompany your contemplative moments. Released in 1970, this poignant ballad has resonated with countless listeners over the decades, its raw emotion and relatable lyrics striking a chord with people from all walks of life.

Kristofferson, a masterful storyteller and country music legend, paints a vivid picture of a man grappling with the aftermath of a broken heart and the loneliness that often follows. The song’s narrator is a weary traveler, seeking solace in a bottle as he reflects on the mistakes of the past. The lyrics are filled with vivid imagery and heartfelt confessions, making it easy for listeners to connect with the character’s pain and vulnerability.

One of the most striking aspects of “Sunday Morning Coming Down” is its simplicity. Kristofferson’s stripped-down, acoustic guitar arrangement creates a raw and intimate atmosphere, allowing the lyrics to take center stage. The melody is both haunting and beautiful, perfectly capturing the bittersweet nature of the song’s themes.

The song’s popularity can be attributed to several factors. First, its universal theme of heartbreak and loss is something that most people can relate to at some point in their lives. Second, Kristofferson’s powerful vocals and honest delivery give the song an authenticity that is hard to resist. And finally, the song’s timeless quality ensures that it will continue to resonate with new generations of listeners for years to come.

“Sunday Morning Coming Down” is more than just a country song; it’s a timeless piece of Americana that captures the essence of the human experience. Whether you’re a longtime fan of Kristofferson’s music or simply looking for a soulful ballad to add to your playlist, this song is sure to leave a lasting impression.

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Lyrics

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
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 through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
An’ I washed my face, combed my hair
An’ stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I’d smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs that I’d been pickin’
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking

Then I crossed the empty street
An’ caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken
And it took me back to somethin’
That I’d lost somehow, somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone

There ain’t nothin’ short of dyin’
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks
Sunday mornin’ comin’ down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin’ little girl who he was swingin’
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the song they were singin’

Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin’
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone

There ain’t nothin’ short of dyin’
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks
Sunday mornin’ comin’ down

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
Makes your body feel alone

There ain’t nothin’ short of dyin’
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks
Sunday mornin’ comin’ down