The Highwaymen – Sunday Morning Coming Down

The Highwaymen: A Timeless Classic and a Haunting Ballad

The Highwaymen, a legendary supergroup comprised of country music icons Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, and Kris Kristofferson, have left an indelible mark on the genre. Their music, a blend of country, folk, and rock, has captivated audiences for decades.

Background

One of their most poignant and enduring songs, “Sunday Morning Coming Down,” is a heartfelt ballad that explores the themes of loneliness, regret, and the human condition.

Originally written and recorded by Kris Kristofferson, “Sunday Morning Coming Down” was popularized by Johnny Cash and later became a signature song for The Highwaymen.

The song’s melancholic melody, combined with Cash’s deep, resonant voice, creates a haunting and evocative atmosphere. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a man grappling with the consequences of his actions and the emptiness of a life devoid of meaning.

The Highwaymen’s rendition of “Sunday Morning Coming Down” is a powerful and timeless interpretation of the song. The group’s harmonies and collective emotional depth elevate the song to new heights, creating a truly unforgettable listening experience.

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Lyrics

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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 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 picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And Lord, it took me back to something that I’d lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there’s nothing short a’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday