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!
This song was writen by Kris Kristofferson and later proformed by Johnny Cash
G Well, i woke up sunday morning G7CG With no wave apon my head that didn't hurt GAm And the beer i had for breakfast wosen't bad AmG So I had one for desert
GG7 Then I stumbled to the closet and I CGAm Found my cleanest dirty shirt CAm And I shaved my face and combed my hair CAmG And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
GG7 I'd smoked my mind the night before CG With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin' GAm But I lit my first and watched a small kid AmG Cussin' at a can that he was kicking GG7 Then I crossed the empty street CGAm And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken CAm And it took me back to somethin' CAmGG7 That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
G7C On the Sunday morning sidewalk CGAm Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned CAm 'Cos there's something in a Sunday CG Makes a body feel alone GG7C And there's nothin' short of dyin' CGAm Half as lonesome as the sound, CAm On the sleepin' city sidewalks: CAmG Sunday mornin' comin' down.
GG7 In the park I saw a daddy G7CG With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' G And I stopped beside a Sunday school GAmG And listened to the song they were singin' GG7 Then I headed back for home G7CGAm And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' AmCAm And it echoed through the canyons CAmGG7 Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
G7C On the Sunday morning sidewalk CGAm Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned CAm 'Cos there's something in a Sunday CG Makes a body feel alone GG7C And there's nothin' short of dyin' CGAm Half as lonesome as the sound, CAm On the sleepin' city sidewalks: CAmG Sunday mornin' comin' down.