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Sunday Morning Coming Down

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Cash Johnny

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Dificuldade: medio | Estilo: country/folk | Sentimento: melancolica, reflexiva | Ocasião: bar, violao, repertorio country | Tags: country, folk, johnny cash, violao, medio, melancolica, reflexiva

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".

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INTRO  A

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
        D              E                A
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
        A                               F#m
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
                      E
So I had one more for dessert
       A                               D
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
                            A      F#m
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
       D                  E
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

A                       D
    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

CHORUS
End the song strumming A-Asus4-Asus4-A

Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

CHORUS
End the song strumming A-Asus4-Asus4-A

INTRO A Well, I woke up Sunday morning D E A With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt A F#m And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad E So I had one more for dessert A D Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes A F#m And found my cleanest dirty shirt D E 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 A D 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 CHORUS End the song strumming A-Asus4-Asus4-A

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