Johnny Cash, nacido John Ray Cash (26 de febrero de 1932 - 12 de septiembre de 2003) fue un cantautor estadounidense de country, gospel, rock and roll y rockabilly. Fue uno de los máximos representantes de la música country, aunque creó su propio subgénero musical.
Cash fue conocido por su profunda voz, por el característico sonido boom-chick-a-boom de su banda de acompañamiento, los Tennessee Three y, por vestir ropa oscura, lo que le valió el apodo de «El Hombre de Negro» («The Man in Black»).
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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Drive On Written by Johnny Cash Published by Song of Cash Inc. ASCAP
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EE7 I got a friend named Whiskey Sam A He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam B7 He said is my country just a little off track EB7E Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back EE7 But, it's better than not coming back at all A Many a good man I saw fall B7 And even now, every time I dream EB7E I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream
| E |Drive on, it don't mean nothin' | B7E |My children love me , but they don't understand | AE |And I got a woman who knows her man | B7E |Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on
I remember one night, Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z. We had our 16's on rock and roll But, with all that fire, I was scared and cold We were crazy, we were wild And I have seen the tiger smile I spit in a bamboo viper's face And I'd be dead , but by God's grace
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It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain And nobody tried to be John Wayne I came home, but Tex did not And I can't talk about the hit he got I got a little limp now when I walk Got a little tremolo when I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam