Record Label: Monument 
Producer: Fred Foster 
Released:1969 a
All songs by Kris Kristofferson, except where noted


 

Sunday Morning Coming Down
To Beat The Devil
Me and Bobby McGee
Help Me Make It Through The Night
The Law is For Protection of The People
Caseys Last Ride
Just The Other Side of Nowhere
Darbys Castle
For the Good Times
Blame It On The Stones
Duvaliers Dream
The Best of All Possible Worlds

"Kristofferson" 

Kris was going for a poet 
A songwriter he would be 
One of those dreamy people 
Some people hate to see 

Kris, he took slices of life 
And salted it down into rhyme 
He picked his own days and his ways 
He arranged his own meter and time 

Kris he went a sowing 
Wild oats high and low, up and down 
Now he's bringing it into the harvest 
And the thresher hums sweet with the sound 

(Poems don't come from machines 
Machines can't sell life into rhyme 
And you can't manufacture soul 
Nor "gauge" and "chop" soulful lines) 

Kris he was goin' for lonesome 
Taking himself over the road 
But he's got a receipt for the toll 
And he's come to get paid for the load 

But Kris, he was goin' for hungry 
A helicopter pilot he made 
His rhymes were in time with that chopper 
And his words were as slick as the blades 

(But poems and songs though they're pretty 
Can slip right over the head 
And tunes from the hungry be peasant 
They're worth what they bring you in bread) 

So Kris, he was goin' to sell 'em 
His ragged levis cried "Don't fail" 
But to most song-singers that got 'em 
They were just one more piece of mail 

Kris, he went for an oil-rigger 
And down in the gulf on the rig 
His melodies still were bubbling 
Still going' for striking it big 

But like the oil that covers the water 
His songs covered everyone's floor 
From five years of sending his demo's 
And leaving them at every door 

Kris, he was making a movie 
Upon the screen his face would be 
And while on a horse in Peru 
His songs went on network TV 

Someone had finally noticed 
And singers of soul sang along 
Now we've all gone to dig in our closets 
For that lost Kristofferson song 

P.S. 
Kris, he was goin' for a singer 
And up to the top would he go 
When Kris is goin' for a grammy 
(Next year I'll say) 
"Hell, I heard that song five years ago" 

-Johnny Cash 


Gilt edged gratitude certificates are being issued to Kris Kristofferson for overcoming his reluctance to record, thus making this album possible. To Johnny Cash for his sensitive annotation, and general inspiration. To Jerry Kennedy, whose birth sign is Leo, and who is Mercury Records' top Lion in Nashville, for his peerless guitar picking, and his overall creative contributions. And also to Shel Silverstein who got a lot of phone calls, and had the decency to return them whenever he showed up. 

-Fred Foster