HE WROTE “ME AND BOBBY MCGEE,” “HELP ME MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT,” AND “SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN.” BUT WHEN THEY OFFERED HIM A RECORDING CONTRACT, KRIS KRISTOFFERSON SAID: “I CAN’T SING — I SOUND LIKE A FROG!” Before Nashville, Kris was a Rhodes Scholar at Oxford, a Golden Gloves boxer, an Army Ranger, and a helicopter pilot. He turned down a teaching post at West Point — and his family disowned him for it. He moved to Nashville with nothing and took a job sweeping floors at Columbia Studios while Bob Dylan recorded next door. He snuck demo tapes to June Carter, but Johnny Cash threw them out the window into a lake. So Kris landed a helicopter on Cash’s lawn just to hand him one more tape. When Monument Records finally offered him a deal, he was stunned — not because they wanted his songs, but because they wanted his voice. That gravelly, imperfect voice went on to define outlaw country and inspire a generation.
Kris Kristofferson Thought His Voice Was the Wrong Kind of Truth Long before the music world treated Kris Kristofferson like a legend, Kris Kristofferson was convinced of one thing: Kris…