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Man Who Couldnt Cry

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Cash Johnny

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Dificuldade: facil | Estilo: folk, country | Sentimento: triste, introspectiva | Ocasião: roda-de-violao, bar, acustico | Tags: folk, country, johnny cash, violao, facil, balada, nostálgica

John R. Cash foi um cantor e compositor country americano. A maior parte da música de Cash continha temas de tristeza, tribulação moral e

redenção, especialmente nos estágios posteriores de sua carreira. Ele era conhecido por sua voz profunda e calma de baixo-barítono, o som distinto de sua banda de apoio do Tennessee Three, caracterizado por ritmos de guitarra vibrantes, uma rebeldia juntamente com um comportamento cada vez mais sombrio e humilde, concertos gratuitos na prisão, e um guarda-roupa de palco todo preto, que lhe rendeu o apelido de "Homem de Preto". Lonnie McIntosh, known as Lonnie Mack, was an American singer-songwriter and guitarist. He was an early influence in the development of blues rock music, Southern rock music, and rock guitar soloing.

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His dog was run over, his wife up and left him
 And after that he got sacked from his job
 Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore
 Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob
 His novel was refused, his movie was panned
 And his big Broadway show was a flop
 He got sent off to jail;  you guessed it, no bail
 Oh, but still not a dribble or drop

In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered
 And made to make license plates
 Water and bread was all he was fed
 But not once did a tear stain his face
 Doctors were called in, scientists, too
 Theologians were last and practically least
 They all agreed sure enough;  this was sure no cream puff
 But in fact an insensitive beast

He was removed from jail and placed in a place
 For the insensitive and the insane
 He played lots of chess and made lots of friends
 And he wept every time it would rain
 Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights
 And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried
 On the forty-first day, he passed away
 He just dehydrated and died

Well, he went up to heaven, located his dog
 Not only that, but he rejoined his arm
 Down below, all the critics, they loot it all back
 Cancer robbed the whore of her charm
 His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke
 The theologians were finally found out
 Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned down
 The earth suffered perpetual drought

G D He hadn't cried for years and for years C Napalmed babies and the movie "Love Story" G D For instance could not produce tears A G D As a child he had cried as all children will C D Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry C He grew to be a man, it all hit the fan G D Things got bad, but he couldn't cry His dog was run over, his wife up and left him And after that he got sacked from his job Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob His novel was refused, his movie was panned And his big Broadway show was a flop He got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bail Oh, but still not a dribble or drop In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered And made to make license plates Water and bread was all he was fed But not once did a tear stain his face Doctors were called in, scientists, too Theologians were last and practically least They all agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puff But in fact an insensitive beast He was removed from jail and placed in a place For the insensitive and the insane He played lots of chess and made lots of friends And he wept every time it would rain Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried On the forty-first day, he passed away He just dehydrated and died Well, he went up to heaven, located his dog Not only that, but he rejoined his arm Down below, all the critics, they loot it all back Cancer robbed the whore of her charm His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke The theologians were finally found out Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned down The earth suffered perpetual drought

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