“His words were poetry, but his life was proof.” — When Kris Kristofferson first walked into Nashville in the late ’60s, he carried songs that spoke with raw honesty, unvarnished and fearless. Merle Haggard, who had already carved his name with stories like “Mama Tried,” saw in Kris a kindred spirit—someone who understood pain, redemption, and the quiet dignity of survival. Years later, Kristofferson would call Haggard one of America’s true voices of conscience, a man whose music gave shape to the struggles of the common soul. Listening to Kristofferson’s “Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down,” you hear that same grit and truth—a reminder of why their respect for one another ran so deep.
Introduction Have you ever woken up on a Sunday morning feeling… adrift? The world is quiet, the week is over,…