Johnny Cash Album

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

I don't want no aggravation
When my train has left the station
If you're there or not,
I may not even know
Have a round and remember
Things we did that weren't so tender
Let the train blow the whistle when I go

On my guitar sell tickets
So someone can finally pick it
And tell the girls down at the Ritz
I said hello
Tell the gossipers and liars
I will see them in the fire
Let the train blow the whistle when I go

Let her blow, let her blow
Long and loud and hard and happy
Let her blow No regrets, all my debts will be paid
When I get laid Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow

You'll be left without excuses
For the evils and abuses
Down to today from years and years ago
And have yourself another toke
From my basket full of smoke
And let the train blow the whistle when I go

Let her blow, let her blow
Long and loud and hard and happy
Let her blow No regrets, all my debts will be paid

(Nick Lowe)

The beast in me
Is caged by frail and fragile bars
Restless by day
And by night rants and rages at the stars
God help the beast in me

The beast in me
Has had to learn to live with pain
And how to shelter from the rain
And in the twinkling of an eye
Might have to be restrained
God help the beast in me

Sometimes it tries to kid me
That it's just a teddy bear
And even somehow manage to vanish in the air
And that is when I must beware
Of the beast in me that everybody knows
They've seen him out dressed in my clothes
Patently unclear It it's New York or New Year
God help the beast in me

Now I got a friend named Whiskes Sam
He was my boony-rat buddy from Vietnam
He said his country got a little off track
Took him 25 years to welcome me back
But its better than not coming back at all
Many a good men I saw fall
And even now every time I dream
I hear the men and the monkees, and the jungle scream

Drive on
It dont mean nothin'
My children love me, but they dont understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on
It dont mean nothin', it dont mean nothin'
Drive on

I remember Tex and me
Raffled in on a hot L.Z
Had our sixteens on rock and roll
And we thought of that fire I was scared and cold
I was crazy, and I was wild
I have seen the Tigers smile
Spit in a bamboo Viper's face
And i'd be dead, but by Gods grace

Drive on
It dont mean nothin'
My children love me, but they dont understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on
It dont mean nothin', it dont mean nothin'
Drive on

It was a slow walk, and a sad rain
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I cant talk about the hit he got
But I got a little limp now when I walk
And I got a little tremble o' when I talk
But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
"Your a walkin, talkin miracle from Vietnam"

Drive on
It dont mean nothin'
My children love me, but they dont understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on
It dont mean nothin', it dont mean nothin'
Drive on

(Johnny Cash)

Whooppee tai ai ooh rockin' to and throw back in the saddle again
My little bot said (daddy who's Gene Autry) his old movie was comin' on TV
And I said let me tell you about him son and I took him upon my knee
Why when I was a little boy bout your size and just about every Saturday night
When I could scrape up a dime for the movies and when my daddy said alright
I'd be right downtown at the picture show like everybody else that could
To see a handsome man on a big fine stallion goin' about doing good
Singing whooppee tai ai ooh rockin' to and throw put him back in the saddle
again
Whooppee tai ain yeh let him go on his way back in the saddle again

Well he could ride his horse and play his guitar and sing all at the same time
And I was ridin' right along there beside him on that broomstick pony of mine
And you know his pistol never ran out of bullets when the bad guys had to be
stopped
And somehow his bullets never drew any blood but the bad guys dropped when he
shot
Yeah old Gene was an image of justice and goodness and purity
And in the eyes of a poor little country boy he made the world look better to me
Singing whooppee tai ai ooh...

And you know the way he rescued the rancher's daughter
He'd sent a thrill right up the aisle
And the endin' would always send us home with a good victorious smile
Now you ask me who's Gene Autry well son go ahead and watch the show
And then ride off into the sunset with him like I did forty years ago

Bad luck wind been blowin at my back
I was born to bring trouble to wherever im at
Got the number thirteen tatooed on my neck
When the ink starts to itch
Then the black will turn to red

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

Got a long line of heartache, I carry it well
The list of lives ive broken reach from here to hell
Bad luck wind been blowin at my back
I pray you dont look at me, I pray I dont look back

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

They just gave me the number when I was young

[Introduction - A Cowboy's Prayer:]
Lord, I've never lived where churches grow
I loved creation better as it stood
That day you finished it so long ago
And looked upon your work and called it good
I know that others find you in the light
That sifted down through tinted window panes
And yet I seem to feel you near tonight
In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains
I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well
That you've made my freedom so complete
That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell
Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller Street
Just let me live my life as I've begun
And give me work that's open to the sky
Make me a partner of the wind and sun
And I won't ask a life that's soft or high
Let me be easy on the man that's down
Let me be square and generous with all
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town
But never let them say I'm mean or small
Make me as big and open as the plains
And honest as the horse between my knees
Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget
You know about the reasons that are hid
You understand the things that gall or fret
Well, you knew me better than my mother did
Just keep an eye on all that's done or said
And right me

Sometimes when I turn aside
And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead
That stretched upward toward the great divide

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay on his dying bed at the close of day

Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying
Prayer in a shallow grave just six by three

(Leonard Cohen)

Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a fish on a hook
Like a knight from an old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons with thee

And if I have been unkind
I hope that you will just let it go by
And if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you

Like a baby stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me

But I swear by this song
By all I have done wrong
I'll make it all up to you

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He called out to me "Don't ask for so much!"
And a young man leaning on his darkened door
He cried out to me "Hey, why not ask for more!"

Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir

Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have made it through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a-riding on the Tennessee Stud

I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I wrote a letter to my Uncle Thud
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud

The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud

One day I was ridin' in a beautiful land
and run smack into an Indian band
They jumped their nags with a hoop and a yell
A I rode away like a bat outta hell

I circled their camp for a time or two
just to show what the Tennessee stud could do
Them redskin boys couldn't get my blood
Cuz I was aridin' on the Tennessee Stud

refrain

Rode on down into no man's land
I crossed the river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with the Spaniards bold
'Til I got me a skinful of silver and gold

Me and a gambler, we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
We jerked our guns, he fell with a thud
And I got away on the Tennessee Stud

The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud

I rode on back across Arkansas
And I whupped her brother and I whupped her pa
I found that girl with the golden hair
And she was a-riding on a Tennessee Mare

Stirrup to stirrup and side by sie
We crossed the plains andthe valleys wide
Come to Big Muddy and the foot of the flood
on the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee Stud

Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
And a little horse colt playing 'round the door
I love the girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare.

The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud

(Tom Waits)

There's a place I know where the train goes slow
Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb
There's a river by the trestle down by sinner's grove
Down where the willow and the dogwood grow

You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell
From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell
And there's room for the forsaken if you're there on time
You'll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes
If you're down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slow

There's a golden moon that shines up through the mist
And I know that your name can be on that list
There's no eye for an eye, there's no tooth for a tooth
I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth
He was down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
He was down there where the train goes slow

If you've lost all your hope, if you've lost all your faith
I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe
And all the shamefuls and all of the whores
And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord
Is down there by the train

Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slow

Well, I've never asked forgiveness and I've never said a prayer
Never given of myself, never truly cared
I've left the ones who loved me and I'm still raising
Cain I've taken the low road and if you've done the same
Meet me down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slow

Meet me down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train

From the hands it came down
From the side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground
Between heaven and hell
A teardrop fell In the deep crimson dew
The tree of life grew

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free
And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood
Clung to the tree
And were redeemed by the blood

From the tree streamed a light
That started the fight
'Round the tree grew a vine
On whose fruit I could dine
My old friend Lucifer came
Fought to keep me in chains
But I saw through the tricks
Of six-sixty-six

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free
And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood
Clung to the tree
And were redeemed by the blood

From his hands it came down
From his side it came down
From his feet it came down
And ran to the ground
And a small inner voice
Said "You do have a choice."
The vine engrafted me

With the twilight colors falling
And the evening laying shadows
Hidden memories come stealing from my mind
As I feel my own heart beating out
The simple joy of living
I wonder how I ever was that kind

But the wild road I was rambling
Was always out there calling
You said a hundred times I should have died
Then you came down and touched me
And lifted me up with you
So I believe that it was a road I was meant to ride

I'm like a soldier getting over the war
Like a young man getting over his crazy days
Like a bandit getting over his lawless ways
I don't have to do that anymore
I'm like a soldier getting over the war

Nights and days that arn't remembered
And there's pain that's been forgotten
And other things I choose not to recall
There are faces that come to me
That I thought were long forgotten
Faces that I wish would not come back at all

But in my dreams parade of lovers
From the other times and places
There's not one that matters now, no matter who
I'm just thankful for the journey
And that I've survived the battles
And that my reward for victory is you

I'm like a soldier getting over the war
Like a young man getting over his crazy days
Like a bandit getting over his lawless ways
I don't have to do that anymore
I'm like a soldier getting over the war

There once was a man
And he couldnt cry
He hadn't cried for years and for years
Napalmed babies, movie love storys
For instance could not produce tears

As a child he had cried
As all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts all ran dry
Grew to be a man
It all hit the fan
Things got bad, but he couldnt cry

His dog got ran over
His wife up and left him
After that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in a war
Was laughed at by a whore
Oh but not a sniffle or sob

Well his novel was refused
And his movie was panned
His big Broadway show was a flop
He got sent off to jail
You guessed it no bail
Oh but still not a dribble or drop

In jail he was beaten, bullied, and buggered
Made to make licence plates
Water and Bread, was all he was fed
Not once did a tear stain his face
Doctors were called in
Scientists too
Thealogins were last, and practically least

They all agreed, sure enough
This is no creme puff
Oh, but in fact an insensitive beast
He was taken from jail
And placed in a place
For the insensitive, and insane
He made alot of friends
And he played alot of chess
And he cried every time it would rain

Once it rained fourty days
And it rained fourty nights
And he cried, and he cried, and he cried
On the fourty first day, he passed away
He just de-hydrated and died

He went up to Heaven
Located his dog
After that he re-joined his arm
Below, all the critics they took it all back
Cancer robbed the whore of her charm
His ex-wife died of stretch marks
His ex-employer went broke
The thealogins were finally found out
Right down to the ground
The jail house burned down
And the earth suffered perpetual drought