The Highwaymen – Sunday Morning Coming Down (Live)

The Highwaymen: A Supergroup’s Timeless Rendition

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. One of their most iconic performances, a live rendition of “Sunday Morning Coming Down,” showcases the group’s raw talent and emotional depth.

Background

Originally written and recorded by Kris Kristofferson, “Sunday Morning Coming Down” is a poignant ballad that explores themes of loneliness, regret, and the consequences of excess.

The song’s melancholic melody and Kristofferson’s introspective lyrics have resonated with listeners for generations. The Highwaymen’s live performance of the song adds a layer of authenticity and raw emotion, elevating it to new heights.

The Highwaymen’s collaboration was a unique and powerful force in country music. Their combined talents and shared passion for music resulted in a series of iconic albums and unforgettable live performances.

Their live rendition of “Sunday Morning Coming Down” is a testament to their ability to connect with audiences on a deep emotional level.

The Highwaymen’s influence on country music is undeniable. Their innovative approach to songwriting, their soulful performances, and their charismatic personalities have made them legendary figures in the genre.

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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

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