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Johnny Cash

Oh Bury Me Not

Johnny Cash

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Dificuldade: facil | Estilo: country/folk | Sentimento: melancolica, triste | Ocasião: rodas de violao, bar, acampamento | Tags: country, folk, violao, facil, melancolica, triste, johnny cash

"Oh, Bury Me Not", com credito para Johnny Cash. Descricao complementar no catalogo: live, 1994-12-08: Frank Erwin Center, Austin, TX, USA. Essa

gravacao aparece relacionada ao lancamento "1994-12-08: The Beast in Me: Austin, TX, USA" (ano 2004, pais GB, status Bootleg). 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". Esta é uma lista em ordem alfabética das músicas que foram gravadas, escritas e/ou executadas por Johnny Cash entre o início de sua carreira em 1954 e sua morte em 2003.

Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste: Sem capotraste Oh, Bury Me Not Adapted and arranged by Johnny Cash Original Copyright (c)Southwind Music, Inc. administered by Warner Chappell Music. Published by Warner Chappell Music, Inc. ASCAP A E Recitation: ----------- Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it so long ago And looked upon your work and called it good I know that others find you in the light That sifted down through tinted window panes And yet I seem to feel you near tonight In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well That you've made my freedom so complete That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller Street Just let me live my life as I've begun And give me work that's open to the sky Make me a partner of the wind and sun And I won't ask a life that's soft or high Let me be easy on the man that's down Let me be square and generous with all I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town But never let them say I'm mean or small Make me as big and open as the plains And honest as the horse between my knees Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget You know about the reasons that are hid You understand the things that gall or fret Well, you knew me better than my mother did Just keep an eye on all that's done or said And right me sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That stretched upward toward the great divide A Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie E These words came low and mournfully A From the pallid lips of a youth who lay E A On his dying bed at the close of day Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there But we took no heed to his dying prayer In a shallow grave just six by three We buried him there on the lone prairie. --------------------
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