Sunday Morning Coming Down

It’s been a while since I posted anything by Kris Kristofferson, who wrote the song that this series is named after.

It’s Father’s Day here in the UK, so I figured it only right to post something by the great man himself, who I got into purely because of my Dad’s record collection.

This song has featured here before, here, which may be worth a read as it relays the tale of what a naughty and embarrassing (to my parents) little boy I was.

But, as mentioned in that post, here’s a song which I simply did not understand when I used to sing-a-long to it in the back of the family car as we travelled to see our grandparents every Saturday. Back then, I didn’t know about metaphors and the like, so assumed this was just about an actual devil, rather than the cautionary tale about men who will say whatever they need to say to get…ahem…”what men want”:

Kris Kristofferson – The Silver Tongued Devil And I

Were it not for Papa playing these records by Kristofferson, Cash and the like when I was a kid, then I almost certainly wouldn’t be posting country tunes I like of a Sunday morning.

So y’know, you can blame or thank him, whichever you think is appropriate.

I know which side of the fence I’m on: Happy Father’s Day, Dad, and thanks for everything.

More soon.