Last of the series from Sedona in 2012- this is another shot of Oak Creek but from the other direction. I heard this song back in 1976 as sung by Kris Kristofferson and even though I was very young- totally got where the song was coming from. Here is the first part of the song where you can see what I mean- this is really where I was in life as far as emotions when this image was taken- now today, I am thankfully on the other side, very happy- but when I see this image- it does take me back to that time.
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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I’d smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I’d been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I’d lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short a’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
Thank you Kris for those very emotional lyrics!
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