Sunday Morning Coming Down (American Outlaws: Live at Nassau Coliseum, 1990)

Time for me to spend some quality time with my wife, so I am going to end my Sunday Music Interlude with this last Highwaymen song titled "Sunday Morning Coming Down" from (American Outlaws: Live at Nassau Coliseum, 1990)... Kris Kristofferson kicks it off and part way through, the late Johnny Cash picks it up...

"Ray Stevens originally recorded "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down" in 1969. It became his first country hit having reached number 55 on the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart and number 81 on the Hot 100 pop chart in 1969."

"Johnny Cash performed this song live at the Ryman Auditorium during a taping of "The Johnny Cash Show" in 1969. His version was released on the soundtrack LP "The Johnny Cash Show" in 1970."

It is a great song for a Sunday... I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while previewing it... Have a wonderful Sunday evening my RP Brothers and Sisters...

LYRICS:

"Sunday Morning Coming Down"

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 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

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

On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down

Writer(s): Kris Kristofferson