Kris Kristofferson: A Troubadour’s Tale and His Masterpiece, “Sunday Morning Coming Down”
Kris Kristofferson, a true bard of American music, has left an indelible mark on the world of country music.
Background
His raw talent, poetic lyrics, and distinctive voice have captivated audiences for decades. Among his vast repertoire, “Sunday Morning Coming Down” stands as one of his most iconic and enduring songs.
Released in 1970 on Kristofferson’s self-titled debut album, “Sunday Morning Coming Down” is a poignant exploration of loneliness, regret, and the aftermath of a night of excess.
The song’s introspective lyrics and melancholic melody resonate deeply with listeners, making it a timeless classic.
Kristofferson’s ability to craft relatable and emotionally charged songs has solidified his status as one of the greatest singer-songwriters of all time. “Sunday Morning Coming Down” is a prime example of his masterful songwriting, showcasing his talent for capturing the human condition with raw honesty and vulnerability.
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Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
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
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day[Verse 2]
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 kickin’
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken
And it took me back to somethin’
That I’d lost somehow, somewhere along the way