Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Johnny Cash 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

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down" by Johnny Cash tells the story of a man who wakes up on a Sunday morning with a hangover from drinking all night. He struggles to get dressed and get himself together, but as he walks through the city, he begins to reflect on the emptiness of his life. He feels alone and disconnected from the world around him, despite the people and sounds that surround him. He hears a church choir and swings a little girl who's being pushed by her dad, but nothing can shake the way he feels. He longs to be numb and high above the sadness that consumes him on this particular morning.


The song is a powerful reflection on the isolation and loneliness that can come with addiction, and how even the most joyful experiences can feel empty and meaningless when experienced in the depths of despair. Cash's masterful storytelling and soulful delivery bring this sentiment home, providing insight and empathy for anyone who has ever faced the hollowness of desire.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
The singer wakes up on a Sunday morning feeling physically and emotionally unwell.


With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
The singer's hangover from drinking beer the night before is causing them pain and discomfort.


And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
Despite the singer's nonconventional choice of drinking beer for breakfast, they enjoyed it.


So I had one more for dessert
The artist decides to continue drinking beer to cope with their hangover.


Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
The artist searches for something to wear in their closet.


And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Among the messy clothes in the singer's closet, they select the shirt that is the least dirty.


Then I washed my face and combed my hair
The singer cleans up and grooms themselves before facing the day.


And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Despite their physical ailment, the artist attempts to confront the day.


I'd smoked my mind the night before
The artist smoked marijuana and played music the night before.


With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
The artist also smoked cigarettes and played music the night before.


But I lit my first and watched a small kid
The singer lights a cigarette and observes a child playing with a tin can.


Playing with a can that he was kicking
The child is enjoying themselves by kicking around a tin can for entertainment.


Then I walked across the street
The singer crosses the street.


And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
The singer smells someone cooking chicken on a Sunday morning.


And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
The nostalgic smell of cooking chicken reminds the singer of something they've lost in life.


Somewhere, somehow along the way
The artist can't identify when or where they experienced this loss.


On a Sunday morning sidewalk
The artist is walking on a sidewalk on a Sunday morning.


I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
The singer wishes they were high on marijuana for emotional relief.


'Cause there's something in a Sunday
The singer feels a sense of loneliness and melancholy on Sundays for some reason.


That makes a body feel alone
This feeling of loneliness affects the artist's body and mood.


And there's nothing short a' dying
The artist believes nothing feels as lonesome as being alive.


That's half as lonesome as the sound
The sound of a sleeping city sidewalk on a Sunday morning is particularly isolating to the artist.


Of the sleeping city sidewalk
The singer is referring to the silence and emptiness of a city street on a Sunday morning.


And Sunday morning coming down
The melancholy of a Sunday morning weighs heavily on the artist.


In the park I saw a daddy
The singer observes a father and daughter in a park.


With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
The father is pushing the little girl on a swing and she is enjoying herself.


And I stopped beside a Sunday school
The singer stops to listen to a Sunday school's singing.


And listened to the songs they were singing
The artist hears the Sunday school's singing.


Then I headed down the street
The artist continues walking down the street.


And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
The singer hears a distant bell ringing mournfully.


And it echoed through the canyon
The bell's sound echoes through the canyon.


Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
The sound of the bell fading away reminds the artist of their past dreams and aspirations.


On a Sunday morning sidewalk
The artist is still walking on the sidewalk on a Sunday morning.


I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
The artist's wish to be high on marijuana continues.


'Cause there's something in a Sunday
The singer believes there is something uniquely lonely about Sundays.


That makes a body feel alone
The Sunday's melancholy and loneliness affects the artist's body and mood.


And there's nothing short a' dying
The singer reiterates that nothing feels as lonesome as being alive.


That's half as lonesome as the sound
The sound of the sleeping city sidewalk on a Sunday morning is still particularly isolating.


Of the sleeping city sidewalk
The singer once again references the silent and empty city streets.


And Sunday morning coming down
The melancholy of Sunday morning still weighs heavily on the artist.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: KRIS KRISTOFFERSON

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@anarchistponcho8689

And the last line of the first verse, too.

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 lost somehow,
Somewhere along the way.



All comments from YouTube:

@JDsHouseofHobbies

I came back because this is one of my favorite Cash songs. The man who wrote it, Kris Kristofferson, passed away today. RIP, Kris.

@tammylandis5979

My father passed 10 years ago, this is "his song". I can't hear it without having a little cry.

@om92555

Written by Kris Kristofferson. RIP.

@docsaxton8673

Same here.

@tonypoole9013

❤❤

@GeraldZwicke

Kris R.I.P. You were Profound 2:53 2:55 2:59

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@dominicconnor3437

His songs give me flashbacks of that sad portion of my life. I still remember that sidewalk.

@jaywall6305

I used to listen to this when I was trying to get sober. It helped me a lot 13 years now 💪 R.I.P. Johnny Cash✝️

@jkajje2945

GOOD luck

@pammahowald9779

💪👊

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