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Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash


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Настоящее имя J. R. Cash
Дата рождения 26 февраля 1932 г.
Место рождения Kingsland, Arkansas, U.S.
Дата смерти 12 сентября 2003 г.
Место смерти Nashville, Tennessee, U.S.
Жанры Country
Rock'n'Roll
Folk
Gospel
Blues
Americana
Годы 1955—2003
Лейблы Columbia Records
Mercury Records
Legacy Recordings
American Recordings
Sun Records
См. также The Highwaymen
The Jordanaires
The Tennessee Three
June Carter Cash
The Statler Brothers
The Carter Family
The Oak Ridge Boys
Area Code 615
Сайт Website



Альбом Johnny Cash


The Legend [BOX SET] (2005)
2005
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House Of The Blues
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Rosanna's Going Wild
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What Is Truth
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Opey
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Five Feet And Rising
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The Big Light
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I'm Never Gonna Roam Again
26.
When I'm Gray
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Forever Young
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Born To Love
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Walking The Blues
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Frankie's Man, Johnny
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I've Been Working On The Railroad
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Bury Me NotOn The Lone Prairie
17.
Down In The Valley
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Cotton Fields
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Pick A Bale O' Cotton
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I'll Be All Smiles Tonight
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Keep In The Sunny Side
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Diamonds In The Rough
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(There'll Be) Peace In the Valley
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Another Man Done Good
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Pick The Wildwood Flower
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You Can't Beat Jesus Christ
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We Ought To Be Ashamed
14.
Crazy Old Soldier
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Silver Haired Daddy Of Mine
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I Walk The Line (Revisited)
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September When It Comes
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Tears In The Holston River
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It Takes One To Know Me
. . .


I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine, I walk the line

You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line

. . .



You're gonna break another heart, you're gonna tell another lie
Well here I am and there you go, you're gone again
I know you're gonna be the way you've always been
Breakin' hearts and tellin' lies is all you know
Another guy gives you the eye and there you go
There you go, you're gone again
I should have known, I couldn't win
There you go, you're by his side
You're gonna break another heart, you're gonna tell another lie

Because I love you so I take much more than I should take
I want you even though I know my heart is gonna break
You build me up and for a while I'm all a-glow
Then your fickle heart sees someone else and there you go
There you go, you're gone again
I should have known, I couldn't win
There you go, you're by his side

. . .

House Of The Blues

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. . .


(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)

There's a story in our town
Of the prettiest girl around
Golden hair and eyes of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)

She was tops in all they said
It never once went to her head
She had everything it seems
Not a care, this teenage queen (Not a care, this teenage queen)
Other boys could offer more
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen you should be a movie queen)

He would marry her next spring
Saved his money, bought a ring
Then one day a movie scout
Came to town to take her out (Came to town to take her out)
Hollywood could offer more
So she left the boy next door working at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen see you on the movie screen)

Very soon she was a star
Pretty house and shiny car
Swimming pool and a fence around
But she missed her old home town (But she missed her old home town)
All the world was at her door
All except the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen saddest girl we've ever seen)

Then one day the teenage star
Sold her house and all her cars
Gave up all her wealth and fame
Left it all and caught a train (Left it all and caught a train)
Do I have to tell you more
She came back to the boy next door who worked at the candy store

(Now this story has some more, you'll hear it all at the candy store)

. . .



Well you ask me if I'll forget my baby.
I guess I will, someday.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
You ask me if I'll get along.
I guess I will, someway.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

God gave me that girl to lean on,
then he put me on my own.
Heaven help me be a man
and have the strength to stand alone.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

You ask me if I'll miss her kisses.
I guess I will, everyday.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
You ask me if I'll find another.
I don't know. I can't say.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

God gave me that girl to lean on,
then he put me on my own.
Heaven help me be a man
and have the strength to stand alone.

. . .


(Charlie Rich - Bill Justis)

You've cut out your dancin' and you never see a show
Friends come by to pick you up and you hardly ever go
It seems your head is in the clouds above
You've got the ways of a woman in love

I walked by your house tonight and hoped that I might see
The guy who's got you in the spin I wish that guy was me
I don't know why it's you I'm dreamin' of
You've got the ways of a woman in love

Many is the night I've stayed awake and cried
Now you'll never know how much you hurt my foolish pride
I recall your kisses the times I held you tight
Now when I come to see you you're sittin' in the light
Missin' all the things that we dreamed of
You've got the ways of a woman in love
[ piano ]
Many is the night I've stayed...
You've got the ways of a woman in love

. . .


A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out

Chorus
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He laughed and kissed his mom
And said your Billy Joe's a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn't shoot without a cause
I'd gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away

Chorus
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He sang a song as on he rode
His guns hung at his hips
He rode into a cattle town
A smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar
And laid his money down
But his mother's words echoed again

Chorus
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself he had become a man
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mothers words

Chorus
Don't take you2 guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

Filled with rage then
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired
Before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words

Chorus
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

. . .


Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire

CHORUS:
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild

CHORUS
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

And It Burns, Burns, Burns

The Ring Of Fire

The Ring Of Fire

. . .


(Johnny Cash - June Carter)

The crowd is waiting for the bull fight matador
My final fight the place is packed once more
But Anita won't throw me a rose this fight
The one she wears is not for me tonight

She's watching now with her new love I know walk proud and slow
Be strong and sure and give the crowd their show they want blood you know
You're still their idol as you were before
Kill just one more remind Anita you're the greatest matador
[ trumpets ]
Walk on out forget Anita in the stand be a tall and brave and noble man
Be better than you've ever been before make this your greatest moment matador

She's watching now with her new love...

. . .


Don't call my name out your window, I'm leavin'
I won't even turn my head
Don't send your kin folk to give me no talkin'
I'll be gone like I said

You'd say the same ole things that you've been sayin' all along
Lay there in your bed and keep you mouth shut 'till I'm gone
Don't give me that old familiar, "cry n' cuss n' moan"
Understand Your Man (I'm tired of your bad mouthin')
Understand Your Man

You can give my other suit to the Salvation Army
And everything else I leave behind
I ain't takin' nothin' that'll slow down my travelin'
While I'm untangling my mind

I ain't gonna repeat what I said anymore
While I'm breathin' air that ain't been breathed before
I'll be as gone as a wild goose in winter
Then you'll Understand Your Man (meditate on it)
Understand Your Man (You hear me talkin, now?)
Understand Your Man
Understand Your Man

. . .



Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty

. . .


Look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
Hey, look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
It's the Orange Blossom Special
Bringin' my baby back

Well, I'm going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy
And get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special
And lose these New York blues

"Say man, when you going back to Florida?"
"When am I goin' back to Florida? I don't know, don't reckon I ever will."
"Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York?"
"Well, I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die."

Hey talk about a-ramblin'
She's the fastest train on the line
Talk about a-travellin'
She's the fastest train on the line
It's that Orange Blossom Special
Rollin' down the seaboard line

. . .


There once was a musical troupe
A pickin' singin' folk group
They sang the mountain ballads
And the folk songs of our land

They were long on musical ability
Folks thought they would go far
But political incompatibility led to their downfall

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear was a Methodist

This musical aggregation toured the entire nation
Singing the traditional ballads
And the folk songs of our land
They performed with great virtuosity
And soon they were the rage
But political animosity prevailed upon the stage

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license

Well the curtain had ascended
A hush fell on the crowd
As thousands there were gathered to hear The folk songs of our land
But they took their politics seriously
And that night at the concert hall
As the audience watched deliriously
They had a free-for-all

Well, the one on the right was on the bottom
And the one in the middle was on the top
And the one on the left got a broken arm
And the guy in the rear, said, "Oh dear"

Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group
Don't go mixin' politics with the folk songs of our land
Just work on harmony and diction
Play your banjo well
And if you have political convictions keep them to yourself

Now, the one on the left works in a bank
And the one in the middle drives a truck
The one on the right's an all-night deejay
And the guy in the rear got drafted

. . .

Rosanna's Going Wild

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. . .


I hear the train a comin', it's rollin' 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me

Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
Bet I'd move on over a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

. . .


I remember when I was a lad,
times were hard and things were bad.
But there's a silver lining behind every cloud.
Just poor people, that's all we were.
Trying to make a living out of black land dirt.
We'd get together in a family circle singing loud.

Daddy sang bass,
Mama sang tenor.
Me and little brother would join right in there.
Singing seems to help a troubled soul.
One of these days and it won't be long.
I'll rejoin them in a song.
I'm gonna join the family circle at the Throne.
No, the circle won't be broken.
By and by, Lord, by and by.

Daddy sang bass,
Mama sang tenor.
Me and little brother would join right in there.
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

Now I remember after work,
Mama would call in all of us.
You could hear us singing for a country mile.
Now little brother has done gone on.
But, I'll rejoin him in a song.
We'll be together again up yonder in a little while.

Daddy sang bass,
Mama sang tenor.
Me and little brother would join right in there.
Cause singing seems to help a troubled soul.
One of these days and it won't be long,
I'll rejoin them in a song.
I'm gonna join the family circle at the Throne.
Oh, no the circle won't be broken.
By and by, Lord, by and by.

Daddy sang bass,
Mama sang tenor.
Me and little brother would join right in there.
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

. . .


Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.

Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.

I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.

Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.

He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said,
"My name is Sue! how do you do! Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I told him.

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
Came up with a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear.

I busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said, "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.

So I gave you that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that helped to make you strong.

Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you hate me and ya got the right,
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But you oughtta thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue."

yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw down my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.

I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!

. . .

What Is Truth

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. . .


Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

. . .



Beside a Singin' Mountain Stream
Where the Willow grew

Where the Silver Leaf of Maple
Sparkled in the Mornin' Dew
I braided Twigs of Willows
Made a String of Buckeye Beads;
But Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need
Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need.

I leaned against a Bark of Birch
And I breathed the Honey Dew
I saw a North-bound Flock of Geese
Against a Sky of Baby Blue
Beside the Lily Pads
I carved a Whistle from a Reed;
Mother Nature's quite a Lady
But you're the one I need
Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need.

A Cardinal sang just for me
And I thanked him for the Song
Then the Sun went slowly down the West
And I had to move along
These were some of the things

On which my Mind and Spirit feed;
But Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need
Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need.

[SPOKEN]

So when this Day was ended
I was still not satisfied
For I knew ev'rything I touched
Would wither and would die
And Love is all that will remain
And grow from all these Seed;

[SUNG]

Mother Nature's quite a Lady
But you're the one I need
Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood

. . .


Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

. . .


Six foot six he stood on the ground, he weighted 235 pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down to his knees by love
He was the kind of man that would gamble on luck
Look you in the eye and never back up
But I saw him crying like a little whipped pup because of love

You can't see it with your eyes, hold it in your hands
But like the wind
that covers our land
Strong enough to rule the heart of every man, this thing called love

It can lift you up, never let you down
Take your world and turn it all around
Ever since time nothing's ever been found stronger than love
Most men are like me. They worry and doubt
They trouble their minds day in and day out
Too busy with livin' to worry about a little word like love

But when I see a mother's tenderness
As she holds her young close to her breast
Then I thank God that the world's been blessed with the thing called love

. . .


Well I saw you with another
It made me lose my mind
Shot you with my '38
And now I'm doin' time
And you put me here
You put me here
Well there's no way to doubt
There ain't no two ways about it
As sure as your name's Kate
You put me here

I've been tryin' to tell 'em
That I didn't do no wrong
Only gave you what you been
Deservin' all along
And you put me here
You put me here
There ain't no use denyin'
You done it with your lyin'
As sure as your name's Kate
You put me here

Well the jury found me guilty
They wouldn't hear my plea
I listened as that judge said
Murder in the first degree
And you put me here
You put me here
Well there ain't no need to doubt
There ain't no two ways about it
As sure as your name's Kate
You put me here

Now the warden and the preacher
They're lettin' me go slow
It won't be long until I'm gone
Just thirteen steps to go
And you put me here
You put me here
There's just one way to figure
Your cheatin' pulled the trigger
As sure as your name's Kate
You put me here
Well there ain't no need to doubt
There ain't no two ways about it
As sure as your name's Kate
You put me here

Kate, you just plain bad, you know that...

. . .

Opey

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(Dick Feller)

Hmm Lord she's restless like cotton candy clouds that sail the day slow and free
And she possesses a mind that can't resign to stay for long with me
Though I've tried and tried to keep her tied
And satisfied until she really needs me yes I do
But when that certain look comes on her face I can't replace it and she leaves
me

She's butterfly in mid July
Who just can't wait to try her brand new wings on brand new things
And she needs no rhyme or reason when she goes
Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall
And blue horizon I suppose and heaven knows
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows
Yes she will yes she will she'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows

Hmm I know she needs me about as much as I need someone else which I don't
And if need be I swear someday I'll up and leave myself which I won't
Even if she loved another man I'd understand it more than I do hmm
But I know the only reason that she ever has for leavin' is she wants to

She's butterfly in mid July...

. . .


Well I left Kentucky back in '49 and
Went to Detroit workin' on the assembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
Cuz I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I devised myself a plan
That should be the envy of most any man
I'd sneak it outta there in a lunchbox in my hand
Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired
But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least 100 grand

I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me a dime
You'll know it's me when I come through your town
I'm gonna ride around in style
I'm gonna drive everybody wild
Cuz I'll have the only one there is around

So the very next day when I punched in
With my big lunchbox and with help from my friend
I left that day with a lunchbox full of gears
I've never considered myself a thief
But GM wouldn't miss just one little piece
Especially if I strung it out over several years
The first day I got me a fuel pump
And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk
Then I got me a transmission and all the chrome
The little things I could get in my big lunchbox
Like nuts and bolts and all 4 shocks
But the big stuff we snuck out my buddy's mobile home
Now up to now my plan went alright
'Til we tried to put it all together one night
And that's when we noticed that somethin' was definitly wrong
The transmission was a '53 and
The motor turned out to be a '73 and
When we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone
So we drilled it out so that it would fit and
With a little help from an adapter kit
We had that engine runnin' just like a song
Now the headlights, they was another sight
We had 2 on the left and 1 on the right
But when we pulled out the switch all 3 of 'em come on
The back end looked kinda funny too
But we put it together and when we got through
Well that's when we noticed that we only had 1 tail fin
About that time my wife walked out and
I could see in her eyes that she had her doubts
But she opened the door and said
"Honey, take me for a spin"
So we drove uptown just to get the tags and
I headed her right on down main drag
I could hear everybody laughin' for blocks around
But up there at the court house they didn't laugh
Cuz to type it up it took the whole staff and
When they got through the title weighed 60 pounds

I'd got it one piece at a time
And it didn't cost me a dime
You'll know it's me when I come through your town
I'm gonna ride around in style
I'm gonna drive everybody wild
Cuz I'll have the only one there is around

Uh, yeah Red Rider this is the Cotton Mouth in the
Psycho Billy Cadillac, come on
Huh?
Uh, this is the Cotton Mouth and neg-a-tory on the
Cost of this moe-sheen there Red Rider
You might say I went right up to the factory and
Picked it up, it's cheaper that way
Uh, what model is it?
Well it's a 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59
Automobile
It's a 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70
Automobile

. . .


(Stan Jones)

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi Yaaaaay

Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky

. . .


Hey porter! Hey porter!
Would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be till we cross
that Mason Dixon Line?
At daylight would ya tell that engineer
to slow it down?
Or better still, just stop the train,
Cause I wanna look around.

Hey porter! Hey porter!
What time did ya say?
How much longer will it be till I can
see the light of day?
When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer
to ring his bell?
And ask everybody that ain't asleep
to stand right up and yell.

Hey porter! Hey porter!
It's getting light outside.
This old train is puffin' smoke,
and I have to strain my eyes.
But ask that engineer if he will
blow his whistle please.
Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves
and I feel that Southern breeze.

Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please get my bags for me.
I need nobody to tell me now
that we're in Tennessee.
Go tell that engineer to make that
lonesome whistle scream,
We're not so far from home
so take it easy on the steam.

Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please open up the door.
When they stop the train I'm gonna get off first
Cause I can't wait no more.
Tell that engineer I said thanks alot,
and I didn't mind the fare.
I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil
and breathe that Southern air.

. . .



Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down.
I think you only live to see the lights of town.
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try.
When the lights have lost their glow, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.

I lie awake at night and wait 'til you come in.
You stay a little while and then you're gone again.
Every question that I ask, I get a lie, lie, lie.
For every lie you tell, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone.
You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone.
You'll call to me but I'm gonna tell you: "Bye, bye, bye,"
When I turn around and walk away, you'll cry, cry, cry,

When your fickle little love gets old, no one will care for you.
You'll come back to me for a little love that's true.
I'll tell you no and you gonna ask me why, why, why?
When I remind you of all of this, you'll cry, cry, cry.

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me there,
It'll hurt when you think of the fool you've been.

. . .


(Johnny Cash)

We were just a plain ol' hillbilly band with a plain ol' country style
We never played the kind of songs that'd drive anybody wild
Played a railroad song with a stompin' beat
We played a blues song kinda slow and sweet
But the thing that knocked them off of their feet was oo-wee

When Luther played the boogie woogie Luther's played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie Luther's played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie Luther's played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie Luther's played the boogie in the strangest kind of way
(Play it strange)
[ guitar ]
Well we did our best to entertrain everywhere we'd go
We'd nearly wear our fingers off just to give the folks a show
We played the jumpin' jive to make 'em get in the groove
We played the sad songs real slow and smooth
But the only thing that we make 'em move was oo-wee

When Luther played the boogie...
[ guitar ]
(Now didn't Luther play the boogie strange)

. . .


Hey, get rhythm!
When you get the blues!
C'mon get rhythm!
When you get the blues!

Get a rock and roll feeling in your bones,
Put taps on your toes, and get goin'
Get rhythm!
When you get the blues!

A little shoe-shine boy he never gets low-down,
But he’s got the dirtiest job in town!
Bending low at the peoples’ feet,
On a windy corner of a dirty street.

Well, I asked him while she shined my shoes,
How’d he keep from getting’ the blues.
He grinned as he raised his little head,
He popped a shoe-shine rag, and he said

Get rhythm!
When you get the blues!
C'mon get rhythm!
When you get the blues!

A jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine,
It’ll shake all your troubles from your worried mind.
Get rhythm!
When you get the blues!

Get rhythm!
When you get the blues!
C'mon get rhythm!
When you get the blues!

Get a rock and roll feeling in your bones,
Put taps on your toes, and get goin'
Get rhythm!
When you get the blues!

Well, I had to listen to the shoe-shine boy,
And I thought I was gonna jump for joy!
Slapped on the shoe polish left and right,
He took a shoe-shine rag and he held it tight.
He stopped once to wipe the sweat away,
I said, you’re a mighty little boy to be a-workin’ that way!
He said I like it, with a big wide grin,
Kept on a-poppin’ and he said again,

Get rhythm!
When you get the blues!
C'mon get rhythm!
When you get the blues!

It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe.
It does a million dollars worth of good for you.
Get rhythm!
When you get the blues!

. . .


i found him by the railroad track this mornin'
i could see that he was nearly dead
i nelt down beside him, and i listened
just to hear the words the dyin' fella said
he said they let me outa prison, out in frisco
for ten long years i paid for what i done
i was tryin to get back to lousiana
to see my rose, and get to know my son

give my love to rose, please wont ya mister?
take her all my money, tell her buy some pretty clothes
tell my boy that daddy's so proud of him
and dont forget to give my love to rose

wont ya tell um, i said thanks for waitin' for me
tell my boy to help his ma at home
tell my rose to try to find another
cause it aint right that she should live alone
mister here's the bag with all my money
it wont last them long, though it goes
god bless you for finding me this morning
now dont forget to give my love to rose

give my love to rose, please wont ya mister?
take her all my money, tell her buy some pretty clothes
tell my boy that daddy's so proud of him
and dont forget to give my love to rose

. . .


(Jimmie Davis - Fern Jones)

There are some people who say we cannot tell
Whether we are saved or whether all is well
They say we only can hope and trust that it is so
Well I was there when it happened and so I guess I ought to know

Yes I know when Jesus saved me (saved my soul)
The very moment he forgave me (made me hope)
He took away my heavy burden Lord he gave me peace within (peace within)
Satan can't make me doubt it (I won't doubt it)
It's real and I'm gonna shout it (I'm gonna shout it)
I was there when it happened and so I guess I ought to know
[ guitar ]
I don't care who tells me salvation is not real
Though the world may argue that we cannot feel
The heavy burdens lifted and the vile sins go
I was there when it happened and so I guess I ought to know

Yes I know when Jesus saved me...

. . .


Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.

I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.

Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river).
A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone.
I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.

Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on.
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans.
Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf.
She loves you, Big River, more than me.

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.

. . .


At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone

I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
because I still miss someone

Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there

I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone.

. . .


(Johnny Cash)

I got cotton in the bottom land it's up and growin' and I got a good stand
My good wife and them kids of mine gonna get new shoes come pickin' time
Get new shoes come pickin' time
Every night when I go to bed I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days in nine but I get 'em fat come pickin' time
Got 'em fat come pickin' time
The corn is yellow and my beans're high the sun is hot in the summer sky
The work is hard till layin' by layin' by till pickin' time layin' by till
pickin' time
It's hard to see by the coaloil light and I took it off pretty early at night
Cause a jug of coaloil costs a dime but I stay up late come pickin' time
Stay up late come pickin' time
My old wagon barely gets me to town I patched the wheels and I watered 'em down
Keep her in shape so she'll be fine to haul my cotton come pickin' time
Haul my cotton come pickin' time
Last Sunday morning when they passed the hat
It was still nearly empty back where I sat
But the preacher smiled and said that's fine the Lord'll wait till pickin' time
The Lord'll wait till pickin' time

. . .


(Johnny Cash)

Will we get cold and hungry will times be very bad
When we're needin' bread and meat where we gonna get it dad
We'll get it from the man in the house on the hill
Yes we will from the man on the hill

Ploughin' time is over still the fields are bare
How we gonna make a livin' with twenty acres to share
I'll beg for more land from the man on the hill yes I will
I'll ask the man on the hill

I ain't got no Sunday shoes that I can wear to town
Papa reckon the boss has got a pair of hand-me-downs
I'll go and ask the man in the house on the hill yes I will
I'll ask the man on the hill

Maybe he will help us maybe we'll get by
But who's gonna pay the dyin' bills if we all should die
We'll leave it to the man in the sky when we die
Yes we'll leave it to the man in the sky

. . .

Five Feet And Rising

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In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around.
And all the girls from there to Austin,
Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelry in hock.
To take the trip, to go and listen,
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.

And he would play: (Instrumental.)

Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime.
But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time.
And all the girls from nine to ninety,
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop."
And hypnotized and fascinated,
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.

And he would play: (Instrumental.)

Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round,
He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town.
But all the girls still dreamed about him.
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked.
And then one day on the Hit Parade,
Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.


. . .


On A Monday I Was Ar-rested (Uh Huh)
On A Tuesday They Locked Me In The Jail (Oh Boy)
On A Wednesday My Trial Was At-tested
On A Thursday They Said Guilty And The Judge's Gavel Fell

I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down

On A Monday My Momma Come To See Me
On A Tuesday They Caught Me With A File
On A Wednesday I'm Down In Solitary
On A Thursday I Start On Bread And Water For A While

I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down

I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me

. . .


(Maybelle Carter - Dixie Dean)

Troublesome waters much blacker than night
Are hiding from view of the harbor's bright lights
Tossed in the turmoil of life's stormy sea
I cry to my Saviour have mercy on me

Then gently I'm feeling the touch of his hands
Guiding my boat in safely to land
Leading the way to heaven's bright shore
Troublesome waters I'm fearing no more

[ ac.guitar ]
Troublesome waters around me do roll
They're rocking my boat and racking my soul
Loved ones are drifting and living in sin
The treacherous whirlpools are pulling them in

Then gently I'm feeling...

[ ac.guitar ]
When troublesome waters are rolling so high
I'll lift up my voice and to heaven I'll cry
My Lord I am trusting give guidance to me
And steady my boat on life's troubled sea

Then gently I'm feeling...

. . .



Ten years ago, on a cold dark night.
Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light.
There were few at the scene, but the all agreed
that the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me.

The judge said son what is your alibi.
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die.
I spoke not a word, thou it met my life.
For I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife

Chorus:

She walks these hill.
In a long black veil.
She visits my grave
When the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees.
Nobody knows but me

Oh the scaffold is high and eternity's near.
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear.
But late at night, when the north wind blows.
In a long black veil, she cries o're my bones.


. . .


Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine
It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal
Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew danger is double pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine
Well it's many a man that I've seen in my day
(uh huh no laughin' during this song please it's bein' recorded)
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard with his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
And pray when I'm dead and my ages shall roll
That my body would blacken and turn into coal
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the miner digging my bones
Where it's dark as a dungeon...

. . .



Theres a lot of strange men in cell block ten
But the strangest of them all
Was a friend of mine who spent his time staring at the wall
Staring at thewall

As he stared at that wall so strong and tall
You could hear him softly curse nobody at all
Ever climbed that wall but i'm gona be the first
Yeah i'm gona be the first

The warden walked by and said son don't try
I'd hate to see you fall
For there is no doubt they'll carry you out
If you ever touch that wall
If you ever touch that wall

Well a years gone by since he made his try
But I can still recall
How hard he tried and the way he died
But he never made that wall
He never made that wall

Theres never been a man ever shook this can
But I know a man who tried
The newspapers called it a jail break plan
But I know it was suicide

. . .


Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23 minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21 minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more minutes to go

Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes to go
And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more minutes to go
Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more minutes to go

Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes to go
And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't wanna die 2 more minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go
And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

. . .


Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down

Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail

Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court

Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down

Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be

. . .


(Jimmie Skinner)

On this old rock pile with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name Lord Lord
Gotta do my time I gotta do my time
With an aching heart want that girl of mine

You can hear my hammer you can hear my song
Gonna swing it like John Henry all day long Lord Lord
Gotta do my time I gotta do my time
With an aching heart want that girl of mine
[ guitar ]
When that old judge looked down at me
Said I'll put you in that penitentiary Lord Lord
Gotta do my time gotta do my time
With an aching heart want that girl of mine
[ guitar ]
Well now it won't be long just a few more days
They'll let me out of here I'm gonna stay Lord Lord
With that gal of mine with that gal of mine
She's waited for me while I've done my time

. . .


(Johnny Cash)

They used to call me Rockabilly all of us ran through
When Elvis opened up the door with a pup-and-pup-and-boo
I didn't ever play much rock and roll cause I got so much country in my soul
But I'm a different man for lovin' you and I take a shot at what you ask me to
And baby I will rock and roll with you if I have to
[ guitar - choir ]
Memphis 1955 on Union Avenue
Carl and Jerry and Charlie and Roy and Billy Riley too
A new sun risin' on the way we sing and a world of weirdo's waitin' in the wings
But I love you and though I'm past 42 there are still a few things yet I didn't
do
And baby I will rock and roll with you if I have to

. . .



I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main road
Searching in the sun
For another overload
I hear you singing in the wires
I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the line

I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows
That stretch down south
Won't ever stand the strain

And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the line

And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman

. . .

The Big Light

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. . .


My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State
I'm a sergeant out on Perenville barracks No 8
I've always done an honest job honest as I could
Got a brother named Frankie Frankie ain't no good
Ever since we were young kids it's been the same come down
I'd get a call on a short way Frankie's in trouble downtown
But if it was any other man I'd put him straight away
But sometimes when it's your brother you look the other way
Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria
While the band played The Night Of The Johnstown Flood
I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother should
Man turns his back on his family he ain't no good
Well Frankie went into the army back in 1965
I got a farm deferment settled down took Maria for my wife
But them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we's gettin' robbed
Frankie came home in '68 and me I took this job
Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria
While the band played The Night Of The Johnstown Flood
I catch him when he's strayin' teach him how to walk that line
Man turns his back on his family ain't no friend of mine
The night was like any other I got a call bout the quarter of nine
There was trouble at a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
There was a kid on the floor lookin' bad bleedin' hard from his head
There was a girl cryin' at a table it was Frankie she said
I ran out and I jumped in my car then I hit the lights
I must have done about a hundred and ten to Michigan County that night
It was down by the crossroads out bout willow bank
Seen the buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank
Well I chased him through them county roads
Till the sign said Canadian border five miles from here
Pulled over to the south out the highway watched his taillights disappeared
Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria
While the band played The Night Of The Johnstown Flood
I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother should
Man turns his back on his family ain't no good

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I'm Never Gonna Roam Again

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When I'm Gray

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Forever Young

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Well they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,
Said: "Steve, you're way behind time,
"This is not 38, this is Ol' 97,
"Put her into Spencer on time."

Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
"And when we cross that White Oak mountain,
"Watch Ol' '97 roll."

And then a telegram come from Washington station,
This is how it read:
"Oh that brave engineer that run ol 97,
"Is lyin in old Danville dead."

'Cos he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour,
The whistle broke into a scream.
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,
Scalded to death by the steam.

One more time!

Oh, now all you ladies you'd better take a warning,
From this time on and learn.
Never speak hard words to your true-lovin' husband.
He may leave you and never return.

. . .


(Johnny Cash)

Now this here's a story about the Rock Island Line
Well the Rock Island Line she runs down into New Orleans
There's a big tollgate down there and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled up to the tollgate
And a man hollered and asked him what all he had on board and said
I got livestock I got livestock I got cows I got pigs I got sheep
I got mules I got all livestock
Well he said you're all right boy you don't have to pay no toll
You can just go right on through so he went on through the toolgate
And as he went through he started pickin' up a little bit of speed
Pickin' up a little bit of steam
He got on through he turned and looked back at the man he said
Well I fooled you I fooled you I got pigiron I got pigiron I got old pigiron

Down the Rock Island Line she's a mighty good road
Rock Island Line it's a road to ride
Rock Island Line it's a mighty good road
Well if you ride you got to ride it like you finally get your ticket
At the station for the Rock Island Line

Looked cloudy in the west and it looked like rain
Round the curve came a passenger train
North bound train on the southbound track
He's alright a leavin' but he won't be back

Well the Rock Island Line...

Oh I may be right and I may be wrong
But you gonna miss me when I'm gone
Well the engineer said before he died
There were two more drinks that he'd like to try
The conductor said what could they be
A hot cup of coffee and a cold glass of tea

Well the Rock Island Line...

. . .


(Huddie Ledbetter - John A. Lomax)

Last Saturday night I got married me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife have parted gonna take another stroll downtown

Irene goodnight Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene Goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dreams
[ ac.guitar ]
Sometimes I live in the country sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I take a fool notion to jump in the river and drown

Irene goodnight Irene goodnight...

Stop your ramblin' stop your gamblin' stop stayin' out late at night
Go home to your wife and family stay there by the fireside bright

Irene goodnight Irene goodnight...

. . .


(Gene Autry - Johnny Marvin)

Goodbye little darlin' we're parted parting don't always mean goodbye
Although we had to part you're always in my heart goodbye little darlin' goodbye

Goodbye little darlin' I'll miss you miss you like the stars would miss the sky
I hate to see you go I'm gonna miss you so goodbye little darlin' goodbye
[ guitar ]
Goodbye little darlin' I love you I'll love you until the day I die
Will you dream a dream of me wherever you may be goodbye little darlin' goodbye

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Born To Love

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Walking The Blues

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Frankie's Man, Johnny

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Delia, oh Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadn't have shot poor Delia
I'd a had her for my wife

Delia's gone
one more round
Delia's gone

I went up to Memphis
And I me Delia there
Found her in her parlour
And I tied her to her chair

Delia's gone
one more round
Delia's gone

She was low down and, triflin
She was cold and mean
Kind of evil make me
Want to grab my sub-mochine

Delia's gone
one more round
Delia's gone

First time I shot her
Shot her in the side
Hard to watch her suffer
But with the second shot she died

Delia's gone
one more round
Delia's gone

But Jailer oh' Jailer
Jailer I cant sleep
Cause all around the bedside
I hear the patter of Delia's feet

Delia's gone
one more round
Delia's gone

So if your woman's devilish
You can let her run
Or you can bring her down
And do her, like Delia got done

Delia's gone
one more round
Delia's gone

Delia's gone
one more round
Delia's gone

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(Hoyt Axton - Mark Dawson)

Hand me my guitar there's a song that I was singing
Back when I was young and I had a good time
Looking for love in the misty waters of the seas that roll in a young girl's
mind

Only in shadows and lonely at night she turns to you softly you turn on the
light
You use her abuse her and you know it ain't right to treat one who loves you so
badly
When she's doing the best that she can you know she's doing the best that she
can

Do you believe in dreams do you believe in dreamers
Hoping that you'll find what you're looking for
You don't have to worry cause there's a bright tomorrow
In the dreams that roll in a young girl's mind
Only in shadows...
So hand me my guitar...

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(A.P. Carter - William Kindt)

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
She climbs a flowery mountains for the hills and by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome she's known quite well by all
She's a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle hear the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland over hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hoboes call
Trav'ling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
[ ac.guitar ]
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say
She's from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle...
[ dobro ]
Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in the ports throughout the land
His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball


. . .


(Lawrence T. Seibert - Ernie Newton)

Come all you rounders if you wanna hear the story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the roller's name on a 68 wheeler course he won his fame
Caller called Casey bout half past four he kissed his wife at the station door
Climbed in the cabin with his orders in his hand
Said this is the trip to the Promised Land
Casye Jones climbed in the cabin Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window taking a trip to the Promised Land

Throough South Memphis Yards on a fly rain been a fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
Jones said fireman now don't you fret Sam Webb said we ain't a givin' up yet
We're eight hours late with the southbound mail
We'll be on time or we're leavin' the rails
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin...

Dead on the rail was a passenger train blood was a boilin' in Casey's brain
Casey said hey now look out ahead jump Sam jump or we'll all be dead
With a hand on a whistle and a hand on a brake north Mississippi was wide awake
I see railroad official said he's a good engineer to be a laying dead
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin...

Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain all the part of a railroad train
Sweat and toil the good and the grand part of the life of a railroad man

. . .



Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."

John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, "I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
that's the pay for a steel driver on this line."

Then the section foreman said, "Hey! Hammer-swinger!
I see you your own hammer boy but, what all can them muscles do?" and he said,
"I can turn a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
"Can you swing a hammer, boy?" "Yes sir, I'll do anything you hire me to."

Spoken:
"Now ain't you somethin'! So high and mighty with all that muscle! Just go
ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer, pick up the hammer!"

He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do

With a steel-nosed hammer on a four foot switch handle
John Henry raised it back til' it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
"I was born drivin' steel"

Well John Henry hammered in the mountain
He'd give a grunt he give a groan every swing
The women-folks from miles around heard him and come down
To watch make the coal-steel ring "Lord! What a swinger!
Watch him make the coal-steel ring"

But the bad boys came up laughin' at John Henry
They said," Your full of vinegar now but you bout' through!
We gonna get a steamdrill to do your share of drivin'
Then what's all them muscles gonna do? Huh? John Henry?
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you."

John Henry said,"I feed for little brothers
and baby sisters' walkin' on her knees
Now did the Lord say that machines ought to take place of livin'?
And what's a substitute for bread and beans? I ain't seen it!
Do engines get rewarded for their steam?

John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine boys hollered," Get up whoever you are and get a pickax
Mine me enough to start another hell and keep it burnin'
Mine me enough to start another hell.

John Henry said to his captain said "A man ain't nothin' but a man
but if you'll bring that steamdrill 'round I'll beat it fair and honest.
I'll die with that hammer in my hand but, I'll be laughin',
cause you can't replace a steel-drivin' man.

There was a big crowd of people at the mountain.
John Henry said to the steam-drill "How is you?
(spoken) Pardon me, Mister Steamdrill I suppose you didn't hear me. Huh?
Well, can you turn a jack? Can you lay a track? Can you pick and shovel too?
Listen, this hammer-swinger's talkin' to you.

(Faster...........)
Two-thousand people hollered, "Go John Henry!!!!!"
Then somebody hollered," The mountain's cavin' in!!!!!!"
John Henry told the captin,"Tell the kind-folks not to worry
It ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me breathin'
This steel-driver's muscle it ain't thin.

"Captain tell the people to move back farther
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord, Lord
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills"

(Slower...........)
(Spoken)
Well, John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was Paulie Ann yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He laid down to rest his weary back and early next mornin' he said,
"Come here Paulie Ann, come here sugar.
You know I believe this is the first time there ever was the sun come
and I couldn't come up. Take my hammer, Paulie Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
They'll all know your John Henry's woman but tell em' that ain't all you can
do
Tell em'.........

I can hoist a jack and I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too.
Ain't no machine can that's been proved to you!

There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid.
They slow down and take off the hats, the men do
when they come to the place where he's laying' retsina' his back.
They say,"Mornin' Steel-driver, you sure was a hammer-swinger."
Then they go on by pickin' up a little bit of speed.
Clickity clack clickity clack clickity clack clickity clack

(Fade............)
Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man lord lord
Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man lord lord
Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man lord lord

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I've Been Working On The Railroad

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(Jimmie Driftwood)

Now don't you remember sweet Betsy from Pike
Who crossed the big mountains with her lover Ike
Two yoke of oxen a big yeller dog a tall Shanghai rooster and one spottled hog
One evenin' quite early they camped on the plat
Down by the road on a green shady flat
Where Betsy got tired and lay down to repose
And Ike he just gazed on his Pike County rose
[ banjo ]
Well they soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out
Down in the sand she lay rollin' about
While Ike in great tears looked on in surprise
He said Betsy get up you'll get sand in your eyes
Well the Shanghai ran off and the cattle all died
The last piece of bacon that mornin' was fried
Ike he got discouraged and Betsy got mad
The dog wagged his tail and looked wonderfully sad
[ harmonica ]
Well a miner said Betsy will you dance with me
I will now old Hoss if you don't make too free
But don't dance me hard do you want to know why
Doggone you I'm chocked full of strong alkali
Ike and sweet Betsy got married of course
But Ike gettin' jealous obtained the divorce
Betsy well satisfied said with a shout
Goodbye you big lummox I'm glad you backed out

. . .


(arr. Johnny Cash)

As I walked out on the streets of Laredo
As I walked out on Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay

Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the green valley lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong

Then go write a letter and send it to my grey haired mother
And please send the same to my sister so dear
But please not one word of all this would you mention
When other should ask for my story to hear

There is another more dear than a sister
She'll bitterly weep when she hears that I'm gone
And if some other man every wins her affection
Don't mention my name and my name will pass on

Just beat the drum slowly...

Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin
Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
Roses to deaden the clods when they fall

We beat the drum slowly played the fife lowly
We bitterly wept as we bore him along
Down in the green valley we laid this sod o'er him
Just the young cowboy who surely gone wrong

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Bury Me NotOn The Lone Prairie

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Down In The Valley

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(Johnny Cash)

I just wanna tell you baby if I can I need my W-O-M-A-N
A M-A-N needs a W-O for love or dirty boogie or the do-se-do
And the F-E-M-A-L-E can turn a B-O-Y into a M-A-N
[ guitar ]
Well I can take a failure I can take a flop
I've survived at the bottom better than the top
I take it day by day and I can do alright if my W-O-M-A-N is in at night
I'm not talking good or bad or lust or sin oh I'm just talking W-O-M-A-N
[ guitar + harmonica ]
I can get along without a dog or a cat and luxury is not where happiness is at
I can do without tobacco coffee or tea
And I turn down lots of money makin' deal offered me
I can make it through the hills without a jeep or a van
But I gotta have my W-O-M-A-N
I need you woman W-O-M-A-N man man

. . .


(Roy Carter - Guy Smith)

What a beautiful thought I am thinking concerning the great speckled bird
And to know that my name is recorded on the pages of God's holy word
Desiring to lower her standards they watch every move that she makes
They long to find fault with her teaching but really she makes no mistakes
[ guitar ]
I am glad I have learned of her meekness I am glad that my name is on her book
For I want to be one never fearing the face of my Saviour to look
And when he come up descending from heaven on a cloud like he said in his word
I'll be joyfully carried to meet him on the wings of the great speckled bird

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(A.P. Carter)

Oh I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair
With the rose so red and the lilies so fair
And the mirltes so bright with the emerald dew
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue

I will dance I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart in her crown I will sway
When I woke from my dreaming my idols were clay
All portions of love had all blown away

Oh she taught me to leve her and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell
She left me no warning no words of farewell

Yes she taught me to love her and call me her flower
That was blooming to cheer her through life's dreary hour
Oh I long to see her and regret the dark hour
She's gone and neglected her pale wildwood flower

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Cotton Fields

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Pick A Bale O' Cotton

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(Red Foley)

When I was a lad and old Shep was a pup over hills and meadows we'd play
Just a boy and his dog we were both full of fun we grew up together that way
I remember the time at the old swimming hole
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
But oldShep was right there to the rescue he came
He jumped in and helped pull me out
Now the years they rolled by and old Shep he grew old
His eye sight at last it grew dim
Then one day the doctor looked at him and said I can't do no more for him Jim
With a hand that was trembling I picked up my gun
And I aimed it at Shep's faithful head
But I just couldn't do it I wanted to run I wished they would shoot me instead
Now old Shep is gone where the good doggies go
And no more on this earth will he roam

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I'll Be All Smiles Tonight

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(Shaver Billy Joe)

Down a dangerous road, I have come to where I'm standing
With a heavy heart, and my hat clutched in my hand
Such a foolish fool, God ain't known no greater sinner
I have come in search of Jesus, hoping he will understand

I had a woman once, she was kind and she was gentle
Had a child by me, who grew up to be a man
I had a steady job, til I started into drinking
And I started making music that went with the devil's band

Oh the years flew by like a mighty rush of eagles
My dreams and plans were all scattered in the wind
It's a lonesome life, when you lose the ones you live for
If I make my peace with Jesus will they take me back again

If I give my soul, will he cleanse these clothes I'm wearin'
If I give my soul, will he put new boots on my feet
If I bow my head and beg God for his forgiveness
Will he breathe new breath inside me and give back my dignity

If I give my soul, will he stop my hands from shaking
If I give my soul, will my son love me again
If I give my soul, and she knows I really mean it
If I give my soul to Jesus will she take me back again


. . .


(Tommy Duncan)

Time has passed I've forgotten
Mother nature does wonderful things
I thought nothing could stop me from loving you
But time changes everything

You can change the name of an old song
Rearrange it and make it swing
I thought nothing could stop me from loving you
But time changes everything

[ fiddle - steel ]
Goodbye goodluck may God bless you
I don't say I won't love again
I guess that it's true for me and for you
That time changes everything

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Keep In The Sunny Side

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Diamonds In The Rough

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(There'll Be) Peace In the Valley

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(Johnny Cash)

The assembly line is runnin' slow on Monday
They've been livin' it up and layin' up Saturday and Sunday
On Tuesday they're about to come around
But they still feel bad and they're kinda down
And mad cause they've got four more day before the weekend rolls around
On Wednesday they're feelin' fine again
And they're workin' like a dog and diggin' in
Tryin' to do everything they should puttin' 'em cars together good
And I got me a car that was made on Wednesday on Wednesday
If you're gonna boy yourself a new car
You just better hope you're lucky enough to get one made on Wednesday
[ piano ]
On Thursday the weekend is in sight
And they're in a hurry and they don't do nothing right
Friday is the worst day of the week that's the day they make lemons dogs and
freaks
If your car was made on Friday friend you'll soon be in the creek
Cause it's payday and the loafin' has begun
Lord them Friday cars just hope you don't get one
Monday Tuesday Thursday and Friday
Are all bad days and the only try day is Wednesday
And my car was made on Wednesday on Wednesday
If your car wasn't made on Wednesday I'd advise you not to even leave home any

[ Cowgirl ]
There's a police car behind us man
[ Rambler ]
So
[ Cowgirl ]
He's right behind us
[ Rambler ]
So what
[ Cowgirl ]
Is he lookin' at us do you think he saw me
[ Rambler ]
Hey relax he turned off what's all the fuss about
[ Fisherman ]
What would the Phoenix police of you anyway she's really crazy man
[ Rambler ]
She may be worse than crazy
[ Fisherman ]
What's with you cowgirl you stole a pinball machine or somethin'
[ Cowgirl ]
Don't be funny I never stole nothin' I killed my own man
[ Rambler ]
Ah let me see now the bus station ought to be straigh ahead downtown
Where you can probably get out
[ Cowgirl ]
Oh please don't make get out
[ Rambler ]
You say you killed somebody
[ Cowgirl ]
I had to man please don't turn me in
[ Fisherman ]
There's a bus station right over there boy we sure can pick 'em
[ Cowgirl ]
He treated me like dirt I loved him lived with him all that time

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Another Man Done Good

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Pick The Wildwood Flower

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(Johnny Cash and June Carter)
We got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ...

(Johnny Cash)
...ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.

(June Carter)
Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,
Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!

(Johnny Cash)
Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.

(June Carter)
See if I care.

(Johnny Cash)
When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loosen my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.

(June Carter)
"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.

But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs,
Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan.

(Johnny Cash and June Carter)
Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.

(Johnny Cash)
Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered sprout ...

. . .


(Tom T. Hall)
(with Tom T. Hall)

Way out on the mountain near the sky hidin' from the cold realities of life
(Shaking that old road dust off my heels
I give my heart and mind a chance to heal)
Then I'll go somewhere and sing my songs again
More than likely ride back to the places I've been
(In fairness to my music and my friends) I'll go somewhere and sing my songs
again

(A racoon stole my minnoes in the night I appreciate his need and his appetite)
But like me he doesn't have to roam and it's true that man can't live on bread
alone
Then I'll go somewhere...

Oh it feels so good to have a simple wish where life and death is me and some
old fish
(Poor king sits with a cold beer in his hand
And surveys a clear blue kingdom on the sand)
Then I'll go somewhere...

. . .


(w/ Bob Dylan)

If you're traveling in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was the true love of mine.

If you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if she's a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see from me if her hair hangs long
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remember me at all
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there

. . .


(Bob Nolan)

I long for the trip I don't need no grip I'm takin' one more ride
Way out there in the prairie air I guess it's in my hide
Oh the clickety clack of the railroad track is callin'
If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam
And the big loud bell that bongs farewell could hear her whistle scream
She's bound to go where there ain't no snow a fallin' one more ride one more
ride

I miss the gloom of the prairie moon that seemed to know my name
And the tumbleweed where the prairie don't feed I miss them just the same
They're all a part of a song of heart I'm sayin'
I recall the tune that I sang to the moon and it seemed to make it smile
And I rode away at the close of the day and I stayed so long awhile
But I long to be where the memory is ringing one more ride one more ride

As the years go by I wonder why I longed to leave my home
And to hit the trail of the iron rail away out there alone
But my heart would sigh till I know that I am leavin'
If I don't come back on a oneway track way down in Mexico
You can find me there or any old where that a tumbleweed will grow
So it's goodbye now you'll never know how I'm grievin' one more ride one more
ride

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You Can't Beat Jesus Christ

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(Hal Bynum - Dave Kirby)
(with Waylon Jennings)

Bet it ain't a rainin' back home bet your sister's still on the phone
Bet mama's in the kitchen cookin' fried chicken wishin' that I hadn't done wrong
Mama don't you worry about me now know everything's gonna be alright mama
They're teachin' us a lot of new things in here mama
Things like there ain't no good in an evil hearted woman
And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James
And you don't go writin' hot checks down in Mississippi
And there ain't no good chain gang
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Papa's readin' yesterday's mail wishin' that the hay was all baled
I bet he's a wishin' we could go fishin' and here I am a layin' in jail
Well papa don't you worry about it none now everything's gonna be alright papa
They're teachin' us a lesson today we're learning pretty well too
We've already learned a whole lot stuff already
Things like there ain't no good...
There ain't no good...
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There ain't no good...

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We Ought To Be Ashamed

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Crazy Old Soldier

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Silver Haired Daddy Of Mine

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I have heard of a land on the far away strand
'Tis a beautiful home of the soul
Built by Jesus on high, there we never shall die
'Tis a land where we never grow old

Never grow old, never grow old
In a land where we'll never grow old
Never grow old, never grow old
In a land where we'll never grow old

In that beautiful home where we'll never more roam
We shall be in the sweet by and by
Happy praise to the king thru eternity sing
'Tis a land where we never shall die

When our work here is done and the life crown is won
And out troubles and trials are o'er
All our sorrows will end and our voices will blend

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Harry Truman was our president
A coke an burger cost you thirty cents
I was still in love with Mavis Brown
On the night Hank Williams came to town.

"I Love Lucy" debuted on TV
That was one big event we didn't see
'Cause no one stayed at home for miles around
It was the night Hank Williams came to town.

Mama ironed my shirt and daddy let me take the truck
I drove on out to Grapevine and picked old Mavis up
We hit that county line for one quick round
On the night HANK WILLIAMS came to town.

A thousand people sweltered in the gym
Then I heard someone whisper; "Hey, that's him"
That's when the crowd let out this deafening sound
It was the night Hank Williams came to town.

On and on he sang into the night
'Jambalaya', 'Cheatin' heart', 'I saw the light'
How'd they get Miss Audrey in that gown
On the night Hank Williams came to town.

Mavis had her picture made with Hank outside his car
She said; "He sure is humble for a Grand Ole Opry Star."
Mavis said: "Why don't we hang around
It ain't often that Hank Williams comes to town."

While Hank signed his autograph on Beaulah Rice's fan
Mavis got acquainted with the Driftin' Cowboys Band
The effect on all our lives was quite profound
On the night Hank Williams came to town.

Radio announcer's voice in the background:

Remember, friends and neighbors, Hank Williams and all the Drifting
Cowboys will be at the high school gym in person for one show only
this Saturday night. The big 2 hour show starts at 7:30 - tickets are
just a dollar-fifty each; you get your money's worth the first 15 minutes
and the rest is free. That's Saturday night - advance tickets are on sale
now at Renfrow's Drugstore, Do-Nut Heaven and here at the radio station.
Hank Williams - all the Drifting Cowboys, Don Helms, Jerry Rivers (fade)

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I Walk The Line (Revisited)

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(w/ Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings and Kris Kristofferson)

I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.

I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around

I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain

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(w/ U2)

I went out wandering
through streets paved with gold
lifted some stone saw the skin and bones
of a city without a soul
I went out wandering
under an atomic sky
where the ground won't turn
and the rain it burns
like the tears when I said goodbye

Yeah I left with nothing
nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

I went drifting
through the capitals of tin
where men can't walk or freely talk
and sons turn their fathers in
Yeah I went out walking
down that old Lake Lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Just a looking for my own name

Yeah I left with nothing
nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

Yeah I went out there in search of experience
to taste and to touch and to feel as much
as a man can before he repents

I went walking
looking for one good man
a spirit who would not bend or break
who would stand at his father's right hand
I went out walking with a Bible and a gun
the word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus don't you wait up
Jesus I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the paper
Told her I'd be back by noon

Yeah I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too

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September When It Comes

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Tears In The Holston River

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(Terry Stephen Smith)
(with June Carter)

I believe my steps are growin' wearier each day
Still I got another journey on my mind
Lures of this old world have ceased to make me wanna stay
And my one regret is leavin' you behind
But if it proves to be his will that I am first to cross
And somehow I'll be feelin' it will be
When it comes your times to travel like wise don't feel lost
For I will be the first one that you'll see
And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming I will rise up with the shout
And come running through the shallow water reaching for your hand

Through this life we labor hard to earn our meager fare
It's brought us trembling hands and failing eyes
So I'll just rest here on this shore and turn my eyes away
Until you come then we'll see paradise
And I'll be waiting...

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It Takes One To Know Me

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