Johnny Cash Album

(Tom T. Hall)

When I was the curly headed baby my daddy sat me down upon his knees
He said boy you go to school learn you letters don't you be a dirty miner like
me
I was born and raised in the mount of the Hazard Hollow
Coal cars ramble pass my door
Now they're standin' in rusty row all empty and the L and N don't stop here
anymore

I used to think my daddy was a black man
With scrip enough to buy the company store
Now he goes dawntown with empty pockets and his face is white as February snow
I was born and raised...
[ fiddle ]
Last night I dreamed I went down to the coal yard
To draw my pay like I always did before
But them ol' cuts of vine were coming through the windows
And leaves and grass are growin' through the floor

(Johnny Cash)

On the park bench I slept on raindrops are fallin' on the newspapers coverin' me
I hear early morning motors and I know the world is waking for the dawn
But my mind's down in dark alley somewhere where last night you loved me
And in the early morning chill my arms remember still
But I'm droppin' like a stone lonesome to the bone
The sun is roughly rising on the roofs of stagger town
The time for sweat and poison out is just now coming round
The high flyin' last night is over with and gone leavin' me lonesome to the bone
[ guitar ]
I walked away the wind blows and any way the wind goes will be good enough for
me
My mind is like that traffic jam and I walk between the cars lost and alone
Your hot breath and your laughter keep flashing through my mind to warm me
But the naked light of day soon makes it fade away
And I'm going down alone lonesome to the bone

(Rodney Crowell)

Well first you gotta wanna get off bad enough to wanna get on him in the first
place
And you better trust in your lady luck
Pray to God that she don't give up on you right now
Live fast die young bull rider
One hand hold is all you got it's you and the bull against the clock and a cross
crowd
And once upon a spinnin' ton nothin' else you've ever done can pull this way
You're just outside the buckin' shoot
Lose a spur you lose your seat and you lose yourself
By now he's buckin' mean and dirty
Slingin' mud and cowboy boots and kickin' clowns
No fools no fun bull rider

You gotta feel the way he's movin' you gotta watch his head
And brace yourself for anything that a friend of you might dead
You know the art of hangin' loose hangin' just as tight
Well there's something like a hurricane who's dancin' with the kite

Well the rodeo is more than rough
It's a fact of life it's tough to cut his fever ass
It's drinkin' beer and pullin' trailers
Tighten may on barreled razors and horse's buck

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land;
Oh who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.

O'er all those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land;
Oh who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.

No chilling winds or poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land;
Oh who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.

When I shall reach that happy place,
I'll be forever blessed,
For I shall see my Father's face,

(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

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

(Phil Rosenthall)

Mary grab the baby river's risin' mudy water taking back the land
Old frame house she can't take no more beatin' ain't no use to stay and make a
stand
Well the morning light showed water in the valley
Daddy's grave just went below the line
Things they say you just can't take 'em with you
The flood will swallow all you leave behind
Won't be back to start all over cause what I've held before is gone
Mary take the child the river's risin' muddy water taking back my home
[ guitar ]
The road is gone there's just one way to leave here
Turn my back on what I've left below
Shiftin' lands broken farms around me muddy water's changin' all I know
Hard to say just what I'm losin' ain't never felt so all alone
Mary take the child the river's risin' muddy water taking back my home
[ fiddle ]
Won't be back to start...
That muddy water taking back my home

Were you there when they crucified my Lord
Oh were you there when they crucified my Lord
(Oooh sometimes it causes me to tremble) tremble

Were you there when they crucified my Lord
Were you there when they nailed him to the cross
Were you there when they nailed him to the cross
(Oooh sometimes it causes me to tremble) tremble
Were you there when they nailed him to the cross

(Were you there when they laid him in the tomb
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb
Oooh sometimes it causes me to tremble) tremble

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb
Well were you there when the stone was rolled away
Were you there when the stone was rolled away
(Oooh sometimes it causes me to tremble) tremble

(Billy Joe Shaver)

Lately I've been leanin' toward to blues
The lazy loafin' good for nothin' no count knock around
Ain't been worth a honky dime since country come to town
I'll tell you boys this waitin' up for somethin's got me down to nothin' left to
lose
And lately I've been leanin' toward to blues
I said lately I've been leanin' toward to blues I've been leanin' lately toward
the blues
I've done held on till I can't turn loose
[ guitar ]
Everything is everything and everybody knows
We can't get nowhere by steppin' on each other's toes
And when it comes to Cotton Corners baby anyway you get here is just fine
Cause lately we've been doin' double time
And lately I've been leanin' toward to blues I've been leanin' lately toward the
blues
Done more soul in my old holy shoes I said lately I've been leanin' toward to

(George Jones)

Well I've come here to tell you folks I'm ragged but I'm right
I'm a tramp and a gambler I stay out late at night
But a porterhouse steak steak three times a day for my board
That's more than any loafer in this old town can afford
Well I got big electric fan to keep me cool while I sleep
A little baby boy playin' rounds at my feet
I'm a rambler and a gambler and I've lead a dirty life
Well I tell you folks I'm ragged but I'm right
[ fiddle - guitar - piano ]
Well then I got married I knew I'd settle down
And I built a little love nest right here in my hometown
Now I've got a family one that I'm proud of
I know that I'll be happy cause they're the ones I love
Well I got big electric fan...
I tell you folks I'm ragged but I'm right
[ harmonica ]
I'm a rambler and a gambler I've lead a dirty life

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.

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