The way I heard the story, Kris wrote a song with Johnny Cash in mind. But he was a nobody. He was less than a nobody. He wasn’t anybody John R. Cash’s people would’ve let in their office door. So how to get the song to the man in black? The answer? Deliver it personally.
Kris landed the helicopter in Cash’s yard at his place on Hickory Lake outside of Nashville. Got out of the chopper and greeted the puzzled singer with a gentleman’s introduction, a handshake, and handed him a reel-to-reel with his version of “Sunday Morning Coming Down.”
The rest they say…
Why I thought to tell the story, I don’t know. I thought about Kris and his life’s adventures after seeing a link of his one-time girlfriend, Janis Joplin. She was performing his song “Me and Bobby McGee” which is probably the only one of a handful of songs that I know every word.