Eight Days A Week: Kris Kristofferson

Of all the evergreen subjects covered by rock ‘n’ roll (girls, street fightin’, cruisin’, California, love, god), the days of the week hold their own in terms of the sheer number of good songs meant to fete the seven that exist. (Plus the weekend, of course: whether we’re livin’ for it, workin’ for it or taking a Tuesday point of view of it.) MAGNET’s Corey duBrowa presents the best songs written about each day of the week.

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:: SUNDAY: Kris Kristofferson’s “Sunday Morning Coming Down” (1970)
With all due respect to Morrissey’s “Every Day Is Like Sunday” (perhaps the oddest and most ill-considered song ever appropriated by NFL properties for the sole purpose of extolling the virtues of 300-pound men grinding each other into horseflesh on the gridiron each fall), it’s this song—a country-chart number-one for Johnny Cash penned by former Phi Beta Kappa/Rhodes scholar/U.S. Army captain Kris Kristofferson—that best captures the spirit of the day god supposedly rested. “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.”  Who among us hasn’t lived this moment? Perfect in every conceivable way.

“Sunday Morning Coming Down”:

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