Kristofferson leaned into the outlaw identity in the 1970s, and in the process, helped Willie Nelson build Austin as an outpost for country musicians.

Imagine writing a song as good as “Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down.” It must have felt like building the Brooklyn Bridge with your bare hands. “There’s something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone,” the ballad’s demolished narrator sings through his hangover as he embarks on a weekend stroll in the direction of the void.