John Ray Cash, mais conhecido como Johnny Cash, (Kingsland, 26 de Fevereiro de 1932 — Nashville, 12 de Setembro de 2003) foi um cantor e compositor americano de música Country, conhecido por seus fãs como "O Homem de Preto". Em uma carreira que durou quase cinco décadas, ele foi para muitas pessoas a personificação do Country. Sua voz sepulcral e o distintivo som "boom chicka boom" de sua banda de apoio "Tennessee Two" podem ser reconhecidos instantaneamente por inúmeras pessoas.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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The Man Who Couldn't Cry Written by Loudon Wainwright III Published by Snowden Music ASCAP
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C There once was a man who just couldn't cry GD He hadn't cried for years and for years C Napalmed babies and the movie "Love Story" GD For instance could not produce tears AGD As a child he had cried as all children will CD Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry C He grew to be a man, it all hit the fan GD Things got bad, but he couldn't cry
C His dog was run over, his wife up and left him GD And after that he got sacked from his job C Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore GD Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob AGD His novel was refused, his movie was panned CD And his big Broadway show was a flop C He got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bail GD Oh, but still not a dribble or drop
C In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered GD And made to make license plates C Water and bread was all he was fed GD But not once did a tear stain his face AGD Doctors were called in, scientists, too CD Theologians were last and practically least C They all agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puff GD But in fact an insensitive beast
C He was removed from jail and placed in a place GD For the insensitive and the insane C He made a lot of friends and played a lot of chess GD And he wept every time it would rain AGD Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights CD And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried C On the forty-first day, he passed away GD He just dehydrated and died
C Well, he went up to heaven, located his dog GD Not only that, but he rejoined his arm C Down below, all the critics, they loot it all back GD Cancer robbed the whore of her charm AGD His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke CD The theologians were finally found out C Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned down GD The earth suffered perpetual drought