Kris Kristofferson & Johnny Cash - Sunday morning coming down (1978 Johnny  Cash Christmas Show)

“Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down” – The Song Johnny Cash Sang Without Censorship

In 1970, on a broadcast of The Johnny Cash Show, a controversial moment aired across American households: Johnny Cash performed “Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down” and refused to alter the lyrics—despite strong pressure from network executives at ABC. The song wasn’t his own, but rather written by a relatively unknown songwriter at the time: Kris Kristofferson.

The song portrays a lonely, drifting man on a Sunday morning, surrounded by a world of order and piety. Lyrics like “I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned” caused network censors to flinch, fearing backlash for airing such raw honesty during prime time. But Cash stood firm. “I’m gonna sing it just the way Kris wrote it,” he declared.

That act of defiance became a pivotal turning point in Kris Kristofferson’s career. Because of Johnny’s performance, the song exploded in popularity and eventually won Song of the Year at the CMA Awards—a rare feat for a new writer. Years later, Kris admitted he cried watching Johnny’s rendition. To him, it proved that an artist could stay true to their emotions and still reach the hearts of millions.

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Lyrics

… Well, I woke up Sunday morningWith no way to hold my head that didn’t hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t badSo I had one more for dessert
… Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothesAnd found my cleanest dirty shirtThen I washed my face and combed my hairAnd stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
… I’d smoked my mind the night beforeWith cigarettes and songs I’d been pickin’But I lit my first and watched a small kidPlaying with a can that he was kicking
… Then I walked across the streetAnd caught the Sunday smell of someone’s fryin’ chickenAnd Lord it took me back to something that I lostSomewhere, somehow along the way
… On a Sunday morning sidewalkI’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned‘Cause there’s something in a SundayThat makes a body feel alone
… And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’That’s half as lonesome as the soundOf the sleeping city sidewalksAnd Sunday morning coming down
… In the park I saw a daddyWith a laughin’ little girl that he was swingingAnd I stopped beside a Sunday schoolAnd listened to the songs they were singing
… Then I headed down the streetAnd somewhere far away, a lonely bell was ringingAnd it echoed through the canyonsLike a disappearing dreams of yesterday
… On a Sunday morning sidewalkI’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned‘Cause there’s something in a SundayThat makes a body feel alone
… And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’That’s half as lonesome as the soundOf the sleepin’ city sidewalksAnd Sunday morning coming down