Sunday Morning Coming Down, written by Kris Kristofferson and made immortal by Johnny Cash, has been called the “best drinking song of all time.” It’s not a song about drinking, per se, but rather the dreadful morning after a big Saturday night out. But, before Sunday morning can come down, Sunday morning must come up. So here is what a bright Sunday morning coming up looks like through the eyes of a photographer, not necessarily through the eyes of a person who might be experiencing the pain of the song at the moment.
|Sunday Morning Coming Up
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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 through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An’ I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An’ stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I’d smoked my brain the night before,
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