[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]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[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]

This country classic is written by Kris Kristofferson and was popularized in 1969 by Ray Stevens before becoming a number one hit for Johnny Cash.

Location: Ryman Auditorium, Nashville, TN.

Producer: Bob Johnston.

• Johnny Cash (vocal, guitar)
• Bob Wooton (electric guitar)
• Marshall Grant (electric bass)
• WS Holland (drums)
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• Bill Walker Orchestra consisting of: Byron Bach, Brenton Banks (violin); Glen Baxter, Marvin Chantry (viola); John Darnall (guitar); William Fitzpatrick, Solie Fott (viola); William Harris, Lillian Hunt, Sheldon Kurland (violin); Rex Peer, Jerry Shook (guitar); Gary Vanosdale (viola); Gary Williams, John C. Williams, Stephanie Woolfe (viola); William Wright (possibly vocal harmony); unknown brass instruments.

Lyrics

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

Different versions:

Live in Denmark – 1971 DR-TV:

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Live at the “Beat Club” in Bremen, Germany – 1972:

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Live 1972:

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Live at The Johnny Cash Christmas Show, in 1978 with Kris Kristofferson:

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-Egil