That's actually the title to a song written by Kris Kristofferson and sung by none other than Johnny Cash.
I grew up listening to Country Music . . . we didn't have a lot of choice in our household when I was little . . . most kids don't . . . you probably won't have much of a choice until you're at least a teenager! The only time I heard anything other than Loretta Lynn, Conway Twitty, Dolly Parton or the likes was on the rare occasion that I listened to Wolfman Jack play the Top 40 on AFN (American Forces Network) radio . . . which was also referred to as AFRTS or "A-Farts", we went to the Chief's Club on base where we'd dance, or when I got to pick songs on the jukebox at the base airport restaurant. Mostly we listened to Country which is how I became such a huge fan of Johnny Cash and Kris Kristofferson.
The song, Sunday Morning Coming Down, is a pretty depressing song, but there's a line in it that I thought was sooooo funny:
"Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt."
It took years before I really understood that line . . . I think it hit home the first time I saw someone pick a shirt out of the dirty clothes hamper, smell it, then put it on shrugging and saying it didn't smell to dirty!
There are other great lines in there that remind me of childhood:
"Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost"
In South Georgia, someone always had chicken frying on the stove! My favorite though was served at church picnics . . . just a little cold . . . under the canopy of the giant oak trees!
"And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing."
I loved Sunday school songs . . . I still have a love of old hymns.
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