Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Kris Kristofferson Lyrics


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 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
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somehow, somewhere 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 nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalks
Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singing
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

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 nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday morning coming down

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Written by: Kris Kristofferson

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Michael Cole

Going in for treatment this Monday. Showed up in a sober (let’s be honest and call it a ‘fast’ more so) thinking I’d have a head start on detox and they told me I’d have to come back and test positive to even be treated.
It’s hard. I don’t identify with cravings like people mention, or with consuming any unprescribed substances without already being suicidal since at least 7 or 8 years old and then hitting hard times, but if you go through it you will get through it.
If you go through it, you will get through it.
I’ll end with another mantra my grandmother with severe Alzheimer’s said to me the one day in years that I didn’t bring my guitar to play for her (it’s soothing, and the only time she is lucid really). She forgot about my ex-wife(she was a grouch and abusive and wore hate, grief, and judgement on her sleeve like it make her happy), the wonderful and perfect companion of a service dog I lost last year, my face or name…. But she remembered one thing, and only had to ask one question to make me feel okay with admitting myself for 30 days at the risk of losing her
She just randomly asked as if it was a statement,
“Why aren’t you singing?”

When life is shit and you don’t want to be in your skin or even alive at all as you or anyone in any possible time-period, just ask yourself the symbolic question/statement
“Why aren’t you singing?”



All comments from YouTube:

Chris Denney

I lived in this cycle for twenty two years. 11 weeks clean yesterday.

S H

Here's a toast to your sobriety

wtfgoogle

I watched my dad die at 38 years old from cirrhosis, jaundice, a collapsed lung, blood vessels that exploded every time he bumped against a piece of furniture... it's a bad, bad way to go. I hope you're still sober. Stick with it. It gets easier and the alternative is truly horrific.

carol phillips

Congratulations. Stay strong!

1234 Abcd

Stick with it friend

Michael Cole

Going in for treatment this Monday. Showed up in a sober (let’s be honest and call it a ‘fast’ more so) thinking I’d have a head start on detox and they told me I’d have to come back and test positive to even be treated.
It’s hard. I don’t identify with cravings like people mention, or with consuming any unprescribed substances without already being suicidal since at least 7 or 8 years old and then hitting hard times, but if you go through it you will get through it.
If you go through it, you will get through it.
I’ll end with another mantra my grandmother with severe Alzheimer’s said to me the one day in years that I didn’t bring my guitar to play for her (it’s soothing, and the only time she is lucid really). She forgot about my ex-wife(she was a grouch and abusive and wore hate, grief, and judgement on her sleeve like it make her happy), the wonderful and perfect companion of a service dog I lost last year, my face or name…. But she remembered one thing, and only had to ask one question to make me feel okay with admitting myself for 30 days at the risk of losing her
She just randomly asked as if it was a statement,
“Why aren’t you singing?”

When life is shit and you don’t want to be in your skin or even alive at all as you or anyone in any possible time-period, just ask yourself the symbolic question/statement
“Why aren’t you singing?”

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John

Doesn't matter who you are. This song cuts to the bone.

1060michaelg

@John You bet---if this song doesn't have tears streaming down your face....you haven't lived enough life yet. Well, back when you COULD live a life.

Michelle Carr

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