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.
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Well, I woke up Sunday morning DEA With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt AF#m And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad E So I had one more for dessert AD Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes AF#m And found my cleanest dirty shirt DE Then I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small boy Cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin' I crossed the empty street Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way
AD On a Sunday morning sidewalk A I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone E 'Cause there's something in a Sunday A That makes a body feel alone D And there ain't nothing short of dying A Half as lonesome as the sound E Of a sleeping city sidewalk A 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