Classic Country Lyrics: "Sunday Morning Coming Down" von Kris Kristofferson

Kris Kristofferson schrieb diesen Song und nahm
ihn 1969 für sein Debutalbum auf. Er bot den Song
einem seiner grossen Idole, Johnny Cash, an, der
ihn tatsächlich aufnahm. Cash und Kristofferson
wurden Freunde, und Kristofferson schrieb sogar
das Vorwort zu Cashs letzter Autobiographie.

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 desert
Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and found 
my cleanest dirty skirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair stumbled 
down the stair to greed the day
I'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes 
and songs I've been a picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid cursin' at 
a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to something that I'd lost some-
where somehow 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
And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonely as the 
sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming 
down

In the park I saw a daddy with the 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 back for home and somewhere far away 
a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearing 
dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk...