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!
G Well, I woke up Sunday morning CDG With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt GE And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad D So I had one more for dessert GC Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes GE And found my cleanest dirty shirt CD Then I washed my face and combed my hair AD Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
G Well I smoked my mind the night before CG With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small boy AD Cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin' G I crossed the empty street CG Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken CDA And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost DG Somewhere, somehow along the way
C On a Sunday morning sidewalk G I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone D 'Cause there's something in a Sunday G That makes a body feel alone C And there ain't nothing short of dying G Half as lonesome as the sound D Of a sleeping city sidewalk E Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school Listened to the songs that they were singin' I headed down the road, Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyon Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday