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Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash was and still is a vastly influential country music singer and songwriter. In a career that spanned almost five decades, Cash was the personification of country music to many people around the world, despite his distaste for the Nashville mainstream. Yet, Cash was a musician who transcended genre. His diversity was evidenced by his presence in three major music halls of fame: the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the Country Music Hall of Fame and the Songwriters Hall of Fame.
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Lead Me Father
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Inspirational
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1959
When my hands are tired and my step is slow
Walk beside me and give me the strength to go
Fill my face with your courage so defeat won't show
Pick me up when I stumble so the world won't know
Lead me Father with the staff of life
Give me the strength for a song
That the words I sing might more strength bring
To help some poor troubled weary worker along
When my way is light but I still can't see
With a strong hand strike out the blindness in me
Show me work that I should carry on for Thee
Make my way straight and narrow like you want it to be
Lead me Father with the staff of life
Give me the strength for a song
That the words I sing might more strength bring
To help some poor troubled weary worker along
Walk beside me and give me the strength to go
Fill my face with your courage so defeat won't show
Pick me up when I stumble so the world won't know
Lead me Father with the staff of life
Give me the strength for a song
That the words I sing might more strength bring
To help some poor troubled weary worker along
When my way is light but I still can't see
With a strong hand strike out the blindness in me
Show me work that I should carry on for Thee
Make my way straight and narrow like you want it to be
Lead me Father with the staff of life
Give me the strength for a song
That the words I sing might more strength bring
To help some poor troubled weary worker along
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Lead Me Gently Home
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Herbert G. Tovey
Will L. Thompson
THEMES
Inspirational
Places
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1959
Oh lead me gently home Father, lead me gently home
When life's toils are ended and parting days have come
Sin no more will tempt me, n'er from Thee I'll roam
If you'll only lead me Father, lead me gently home
Oh lead me gently home Father, lead me gently home Father
If I fall upon the wayside, lead me gently home
Lead me gently home Father, lead me gently home
In life's darkest hours Father, when my troubles come
Keep my feet from wandering, n'er from Thee I'll roam
Lest I fall upon the wayside, lead me gently home
Oh lead me gently home Father, lead me gently home Father
If I fall upon the wayside, lead me gently home
When life's toils are ended and parting days have come
Sin no more will tempt me, n'er from Thee I'll roam
If you'll only lead me Father, lead me gently home
Oh lead me gently home Father, lead me gently home Father
If I fall upon the wayside, lead me gently home
Lead me gently home Father, lead me gently home
In life's darkest hours Father, when my troubles come
Keep my feet from wandering, n'er from Thee I'll roam
Lest I fall upon the wayside, lead me gently home
Oh lead me gently home Father, lead me gently home Father
If I fall upon the wayside, lead me gently home
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Leave That Junk Alone
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Food and Drink
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1957
Well, you come home feeling for the knob on the door
You better pick up your feet, you're gonna fall on the floor
I keep on telling you, I'll tell you some more
You better leave that junk alone and drink water
Lord, that liquor's hot, drink water
You don't wanna be a sot
You better lay down the bottle
And put on the top and drink cool H2O
Well, your eyes are baggy and a bloodshot red
It's been a week or two since you've been in bed
You better pay attention now to what I said
You better leave that junk alone and drink water
Lord, that liquor's hot, drink water
You don't wanna be a sot
You better lay down the bottle
And put on the top and drink cool H2O
Well, now I'll forgive you for your running around
If you just promise that you come unwound
I'll buy you anything you want in town
If you'll leave that junk alone and drink water
Lord, that liquor's hot, drink water
You don't wanna be a sot
You better lay down the bottle
And put on the top and drink cool H2O
You better pick up your feet, you're gonna fall on the floor
I keep on telling you, I'll tell you some more
You better leave that junk alone and drink water
Lord, that liquor's hot, drink water
You don't wanna be a sot
You better lay down the bottle
And put on the top and drink cool H2O
Well, your eyes are baggy and a bloodshot red
It's been a week or two since you've been in bed
You better pay attention now to what I said
You better leave that junk alone and drink water
Lord, that liquor's hot, drink water
You don't wanna be a sot
You better lay down the bottle
And put on the top and drink cool H2O
Well, now I'll forgive you for your running around
If you just promise that you come unwound
I'll buy you anything you want in town
If you'll leave that junk alone and drink water
Lord, that liquor's hot, drink water
You don't wanna be a sot
You better lay down the bottle
And put on the top and drink cool H2O
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Let Me Down Easy
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Jim Glaser
Tompall Glaser
THEMES
Love
Sadness
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1962
Let me down easy, if you must go
Why not deceive me, it won't hurt me so
Truth is so painful, tell me a lie
Let me down easy and I'll get by
Let me down easy for old time's sake
Is it too much to ask when my heart's gonna break
I'm bound to lose you, I'm bound to cry
Oh let me down easy and I'll get by
Let me down easy for old time's sake
Is it too much to ask when my heart's gonna break
I'm bound to lose you, I'm bound to cry
Oh let me down easy and I'll get by
Why not deceive me, it won't hurt me so
Truth is so painful, tell me a lie
Let me down easy and I'll get by
Let me down easy for old time's sake
Is it too much to ask when my heart's gonna break
I'm bound to lose you, I'm bound to cry
Oh let me down easy and I'll get by
Let me down easy for old time's sake
Is it too much to ask when my heart's gonna break
I'm bound to lose you, I'm bound to cry
Oh let me down easy and I'll get by
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Let The Lower Lights Be Burning
Johnny Cash
- Credits
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WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Inspirational
Country/Nature
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1962
Brightly beams, our father's mercy, from his lighthouse evermore
But to us, he gives the keeping, of the lights along the shore
Let the lower lights be burning, send a beam across the wave
Some poor fainting struggling seaman, you may rescue you may save (you may save)
Dark the night of sin has settled, loud the angry billows roar
Eager eyes are watching longing, for the lights along the shore
Let the lower lights be burning, send a beam across the wave
Some poor fainting struggling seaman, you may rescue you may save (rescue, you may save)
But to us, he gives the keeping, of the lights along the shore
Let the lower lights be burning, send a beam across the wave
Some poor fainting struggling seaman, you may rescue you may save (you may save)
Dark the night of sin has settled, loud the angry billows roar
Eager eyes are watching longing, for the lights along the shore
Let the lower lights be burning, send a beam across the wave
Some poor fainting struggling seaman, you may rescue you may save (rescue, you may save)
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Life Goes On
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
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WRITERS
Jack H. Clement
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Love
Time
Sadness
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1961
My baby left me just the other day
I guess that things will never be the same
But I must forget that she is gone
Cause time goes by and life goes on
Makin' plans, shakin' hands
Try to prove, that I'm a man
It's hard to do, but I must try
Cause life goes on and so will I
It's been kinda tough these last few days
Tryin' to act normal and be gay
It's not easy to be all alone
But time goes by and life goes on
If I see her anywhere
I hope she thinks that I don't care
For after night, there comes the dawn
Yes time goes by and life goes on
I guess that things will never be the same
But I must forget that she is gone
Cause time goes by and life goes on
Makin' plans, shakin' hands
Try to prove, that I'm a man
It's hard to do, but I must try
Cause life goes on and so will I
It's been kinda tough these last few days
Tryin' to act normal and be gay
It's not easy to be all alone
But time goes by and life goes on
If I see her anywhere
I hope she thinks that I don't care
For after night, there comes the dawn
Yes time goes by and life goes on
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Little At A Time
Johnny Cash
- Credits
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WRITERS
Gordon Terry
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Love
Time
Sadness
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1968
Stop lovin' me, a little at a time
Let me lose you, a little at a time
Walk away slow like you don't wanna go
Leave me, a little at a time
For my benefit, try to cry a little bit
For old times sake, gimme a slow heartbreak
I'll put up a fight, but I'll be all right
If you stop lovin' me, a little at a time
Hurt me, a little at a time
Turn me away, a little at a time
Walk away slow like you don't wanna go
Leave me, a little at a time
For my benefit, try to cry a little bit
For old times sake, gimme a slow heartbreak
I'll put up a fight, but I'll be all right
If you stop lovin' me, a little at a time
A little at a time, a little at a time
A little at a time, a little at a time
Let me lose you, a little at a time
Walk away slow like you don't wanna go
Leave me, a little at a time
For my benefit, try to cry a little bit
For old times sake, gimme a slow heartbreak
I'll put up a fight, but I'll be all right
If you stop lovin' me, a little at a time
Hurt me, a little at a time
Turn me away, a little at a time
Walk away slow like you don't wanna go
Leave me, a little at a time
For my benefit, try to cry a little bit
For old times sake, gimme a slow heartbreak
I'll put up a fight, but I'll be all right
If you stop lovin' me, a little at a time
A little at a time, a little at a time
A little at a time, a little at a time
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Loading Coal
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Merle Travis
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
Places
Money
Transport
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1960
[Spoken:]
Ride this train up and down and across a strange wonderful land
It's almost like a fairyland when you to think about it
You go through places with names like Tuscaloosa, Kokomo, Muskogee, Oshkosh, Saginaw
Eureka, Bandera, Battle Creek, Sioux City, Chattanooga,
Hattiesburg, Lynchburg and Baltinare, Arkansas
You see I'm a million different people from all over the world
And I've been coming to this country for hundreds of years
This was the Promised Land for me
But let's not forget that when I came here
There were already millions of people living in teepees along the rivers
And hunting deer and buffalo for food and shelter
And it's with a little regret that I think of how I pushed them back
And crowded them out to claim this land for myself or for another country
But the Indians' hearts must have been full of music
For they left names with me that seem to sing
Names like Mohawk, Mandan, Kickapoo, Cree, Yacoma, Seminole, Crow, Shawnee,
Choctaw, Delaware, Fox, Paiute, Winnebago, Cheyenne, Blackfoot,
Navajo, Ute, Comanche, Quapaw Creek, Apache, Sioux Chippewa,
Ardua, Hupa, Shoshone, Mow, Hicano, Sage, Menomini,
Shinouk, Arapaho, Nez, Perce, Iroquois, Pony, Cutenai,
Flathead, Chickasaw, Pueblo, Yuma, Pima, Pomo, Caddo
Well a lot of them are still with me and I'm glad
It's for sure their names will always be with me
But let's look a little at the heart and muscle of this land
A few things you don't read in books, things that aren't taught in school
Now you take this little town we're goin' through here this is Beach Creek, Kentucky
And right down there in the valley, that's where our house used to be
It was a little shotgun shack with a spring out back
And a smokehouse and another little bitty house and that's about all
My pa was a coal miner like most ev'rybody in Mulenberg County
Worked in the mines all his life
I guess he didn't have much ambition to do anything else
Cause they say coal minin' kinda gets in your blood
Matter of fact pa said if they ever drained the blood outta him
It'd be blacker than black strap molasses
When I was a kid I used to sit at the fireplace there with ma
And we'd wait on pa to get in from the mine
And we'd sure get anxious if he was ever late
Ma would rock back and forth and watch the clock listin' for pa to hit the front porch
Then he'd come in nothin' clean but the whites of his eyes
And he'd reach for that lye-soap and starts scrubbin'
And I'd stand back and watch him and say to myself
Boy I'll be glad when I get big enough to work in the mines
[Song:]
My pappy said when I was seventeen
You're six feet tall and your face is clean
And it don't look right for a boy that old
To not make a livin' loadin' coal
Loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole
Never get rich for to save my soul
In forty 'leven years a loadin' coal, loadin' coal
Ain't never got acquainted with a dollar bill
And I don't ever reckon that I ever will
A dollar ain't made for a feller I'm told
That scoops up a livin' loadin' coal
Loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole
Never get rich for to save my soul
In forty 'leven years a loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I cussed ev'rything in the minin' camp
From a shovel and my pick, to my carbide lamp
But I know mighty well till I grow old
I'll still be a cussin' but loadin' coal
Loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole
Never get rich for to save my soul
In forty 'leven years a loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I know just as well as coal is black
One of these days the mines'll strike
And I'll sit around starvin' till I'm finally told
There's a nickel more a ton for loadin' coal
Loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole
Never get rich for to save my soul
In forty 'leven years a loadin' coal, loadin' coal
Loadin coal, loadin' coal
Ride this train up and down and across a strange wonderful land
It's almost like a fairyland when you to think about it
You go through places with names like Tuscaloosa, Kokomo, Muskogee, Oshkosh, Saginaw
Eureka, Bandera, Battle Creek, Sioux City, Chattanooga,
Hattiesburg, Lynchburg and Baltinare, Arkansas
You see I'm a million different people from all over the world
And I've been coming to this country for hundreds of years
This was the Promised Land for me
But let's not forget that when I came here
There were already millions of people living in teepees along the rivers
And hunting deer and buffalo for food and shelter
And it's with a little regret that I think of how I pushed them back
And crowded them out to claim this land for myself or for another country
But the Indians' hearts must have been full of music
For they left names with me that seem to sing
Names like Mohawk, Mandan, Kickapoo, Cree, Yacoma, Seminole, Crow, Shawnee,
Choctaw, Delaware, Fox, Paiute, Winnebago, Cheyenne, Blackfoot,
Navajo, Ute, Comanche, Quapaw Creek, Apache, Sioux Chippewa,
Ardua, Hupa, Shoshone, Mow, Hicano, Sage, Menomini,
Shinouk, Arapaho, Nez, Perce, Iroquois, Pony, Cutenai,
Flathead, Chickasaw, Pueblo, Yuma, Pima, Pomo, Caddo
Well a lot of them are still with me and I'm glad
It's for sure their names will always be with me
But let's look a little at the heart and muscle of this land
A few things you don't read in books, things that aren't taught in school
Now you take this little town we're goin' through here this is Beach Creek, Kentucky
And right down there in the valley, that's where our house used to be
It was a little shotgun shack with a spring out back
And a smokehouse and another little bitty house and that's about all
My pa was a coal miner like most ev'rybody in Mulenberg County
Worked in the mines all his life
I guess he didn't have much ambition to do anything else
Cause they say coal minin' kinda gets in your blood
Matter of fact pa said if they ever drained the blood outta him
It'd be blacker than black strap molasses
When I was a kid I used to sit at the fireplace there with ma
And we'd wait on pa to get in from the mine
And we'd sure get anxious if he was ever late
Ma would rock back and forth and watch the clock listin' for pa to hit the front porch
Then he'd come in nothin' clean but the whites of his eyes
And he'd reach for that lye-soap and starts scrubbin'
And I'd stand back and watch him and say to myself
Boy I'll be glad when I get big enough to work in the mines
[Song:]
My pappy said when I was seventeen
You're six feet tall and your face is clean
And it don't look right for a boy that old
To not make a livin' loadin' coal
Loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole
Never get rich for to save my soul
In forty 'leven years a loadin' coal, loadin' coal
Ain't never got acquainted with a dollar bill
And I don't ever reckon that I ever will
A dollar ain't made for a feller I'm told
That scoops up a livin' loadin' coal
Loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole
Never get rich for to save my soul
In forty 'leven years a loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I cussed ev'rything in the minin' camp
From a shovel and my pick, to my carbide lamp
But I know mighty well till I grow old
I'll still be a cussin' but loadin' coal
Loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole
Never get rich for to save my soul
In forty 'leven years a loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I know just as well as coal is black
One of these days the mines'll strike
And I'll sit around starvin' till I'm finally told
There's a nickel more a ton for loadin' coal
Loadin' coal, loadin' coal
I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole
Never get rich for to save my soul
In forty 'leven years a loadin' coal, loadin' coal
Loadin coal, loadin' coal
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Locomotive Man
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Love
Places
Transport
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1968
I got a gal in Dallas, I wave at when I go through
I got a gal in Tulsa, that I toot my whistle to, say how I do
I got 'em all over the land, I'm a locomotive man
Left my heart in Omaha, Omaha, and I never did quite get it back
I got a Sue in Sioux City, waitin' by the railroad track
Keeps her money in a 'tato sack
I got 'em all over the land, I'm a locomotive man
Well I left a little switch engine, bout forty miles south of Banger, Maine
Couldn't keep the wheels a turnin', shouldn't try to pull my train
I got 'em all over the land I'm a locomotive man
Well I had a gal in Jackson, and it sure broke my heart to turn her loose
When I checked my time and moved on, she's hooked on my caboose
I got 'em all over the land, I'm a locomotive man
I got a gal in Tulsa, that I toot my whistle to, say how I do
I got 'em all over the land, I'm a locomotive man
Left my heart in Omaha, Omaha, and I never did quite get it back
I got a Sue in Sioux City, waitin' by the railroad track
Keeps her money in a 'tato sack
I got 'em all over the land, I'm a locomotive man
Well I left a little switch engine, bout forty miles south of Banger, Maine
Couldn't keep the wheels a turnin', shouldn't try to pull my train
I got 'em all over the land I'm a locomotive man
Well I had a gal in Jackson, and it sure broke my heart to turn her loose
When I checked my time and moved on, she's hooked on my caboose
I got 'em all over the land, I'm a locomotive man
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Lost On The Desert
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Food and Drink
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Money
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1962
A burnin' hot sun, a cry for water
Black wings circle the sky
Stumblin' and fallin', somebody's callin'
You're lost on the desert to die
I had to give up then they took me to jail
But I hid all the money I got
Way out on the desert where no one could get it
And I left a mark at the spot
Then I got away and I ran for the desert
The devil had taken control
I needed water, but he said I'd make it
Near the money is a big waterhole
A burnin' hot sun, a cry for water
Black wings circle the sky
Stumblin' and fallin', somebody's callin'
You're lost on the desert to die
Just up ahead is where I left my mark
Or it may be to the left or the right
I've been runnin' all day and they'll catch up tomorrow
I've gotta find it tonight
Then up jumped the devil and ran away laughin'
He drank all the waterholes dry
He moved my mark till I'm running in circles
And lost on the desert to die
A burnin' hot sun, a cry for water
Black wings circle the sky
Stumblin' and fallin', somebody's callin'
You're lost on the desert to die
(Lost on the desert to die)
Lost on the desert to die
(Lost on the desert to die)
Lost on the desert to die
Black wings circle the sky
Stumblin' and fallin', somebody's callin'
You're lost on the desert to die
I had to give up then they took me to jail
But I hid all the money I got
Way out on the desert where no one could get it
And I left a mark at the spot
Then I got away and I ran for the desert
The devil had taken control
I needed water, but he said I'd make it
Near the money is a big waterhole
A burnin' hot sun, a cry for water
Black wings circle the sky
Stumblin' and fallin', somebody's callin'
You're lost on the desert to die
Just up ahead is where I left my mark
Or it may be to the left or the right
I've been runnin' all day and they'll catch up tomorrow
I've gotta find it tonight
Then up jumped the devil and ran away laughin'
He drank all the waterholes dry
He moved my mark till I'm running in circles
And lost on the desert to die
A burnin' hot sun, a cry for water
Black wings circle the sky
Stumblin' and fallin', somebody's callin'
You're lost on the desert to die
(Lost on the desert to die)
Lost on the desert to die
(Lost on the desert to die)
Lost on the desert to die
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Luther Played The Boogie
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Names
Novelty
Happiness
Memories/Nostalgia
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1959
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 stomping beat
We played a blues song, kinda slow and sweet
But the thing that knocked them off of their feet was, ooh-wee
When Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie in the strangest kind of way
Play it strange!
Well, we did our best to entertain everywhere we'd go
We'd nearly wear our fingers off to give the folks a show
Played jumping jive to make 'em get in the groove
We played sad songs, real slow and smooth
But the only thing that'd make 'em move was, ooh-wee
When Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie in the strangest kind of way
Now didn't Luther play the boogie strange!
We never played the kind of songs that'd drive anybody wild
Played a railroad song with a stomping beat
We played a blues song, kinda slow and sweet
But the thing that knocked them off of their feet was, ooh-wee
When Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie in the strangest kind of way
Play it strange!
Well, we did our best to entertain everywhere we'd go
We'd nearly wear our fingers off to give the folks a show
Played jumping jive to make 'em get in the groove
We played sad songs, real slow and smooth
But the only thing that'd make 'em move was, ooh-wee
When Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie in the strangest kind of way
Now didn't Luther play the boogie strange!
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Mama's Baby
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Baby/Children
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
Country and Western
YEAR
1958
She said that she just couldn't leave her mother
I met a girl out in a town that tore all my resistance down
I thought what a dream this oughta be
I went with her a month or two and like any boy in love will do
Asked her if she would marry me
But she was a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
Though she loved me like she never loved the other
She was a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
And she said that she just couldn't leave her mother
Then I said well then probably the only thing that's left for me is to go and come back in a year or so
A year past away and then I tried to win her hand again
She even packed her clothes, but wouldn't go
Cause she was a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
Though she love me like she never love another
She was a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
And she said that she just couldn't leave her mother
Well I hung around till finally I persuaded her to marry me
Her mother said that it would be alright
We bought ourselves a little home
And I finally got her off alone, but she stays with her mother every night
Cause she's a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
Though she loved me like she never loved the other
She's a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
And she said that she just couldn't leave her mother
Well she said that she just couldn't leave, leave, leave, leave
Her mother
I met a girl out in a town that tore all my resistance down
I thought what a dream this oughta be
I went with her a month or two and like any boy in love will do
Asked her if she would marry me
But she was a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
Though she loved me like she never loved the other
She was a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
And she said that she just couldn't leave her mother
Then I said well then probably the only thing that's left for me is to go and come back in a year or so
A year past away and then I tried to win her hand again
She even packed her clothes, but wouldn't go
Cause she was a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
Though she love me like she never love another
She was a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
And she said that she just couldn't leave her mother
Well I hung around till finally I persuaded her to marry me
Her mother said that it would be alright
We bought ourselves a little home
And I finally got her off alone, but she stays with her mother every night
Cause she's a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
Though she loved me like she never loved the other
She's a Mama's Baby, Mama's Baby
And she said that she just couldn't leave her mother
Well she said that she just couldn't leave, leave, leave, leave
Her mother
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Mean As Hell
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
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WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Animals
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1965
[Spoken:]
The devil in hell we're told was chained, a thousand years he there remained
He neither complained nor did he groan, but was determined to start a hell of his own
Where he could torment the souls of men without being chained in a prison pen
So he asked the Lord if he had on hand anything left when he made this land
The Lord said yes there's a plenty on hand but I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy the stuff is so poor
I don't think you could use it as the hell anymore
But the devil went down to look at the truck
And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck
For after lookin' that over carefully and well he said this place is too dry for a hell
But in order to get it off his hand the Lord promised the devil to water the land
So trade was closed and deed was given and the Lord went back to his home in heaven
And the devil said now I got all that's needed to make a good hell and he succeeded
He began by putting thorns all over the trees
He mixed up the sand with millions of fleas
He scattered tarantulas along the road, put thorns on cactus and horns on toads
Lengthened the horns of the Texas steer, put an addition to the rabbits ear
Put a little devil in the bronco steed and poisoned the feet of the centipede
The rattlesnake bites you, the scorpion stings
The mosquito delights you, with his buzzing wings
The sunburrs are there and so are the ants
And if you sit down you'll need half soles on your pants
The wild boar roams on the black chapparral it's a hell of a place that he has for hell
The heat in the summers are hundred and ten, too hot for the devil, too hot for men
The red pepper grows upon the banks of the brook
The Mexican use it in all that they cook
Just dine it with one of 'em and you're bound to shout
I've hell on the inside as well as the out
My hands are calloused July to July, I use a Big Dipper to navigate by
Fight off the wolves to drink from my well so I have to be mean as hell
A sheep herder came and put up a fence
I saw him one day but I ain't seen him since
But if you're needin' mutton, we got mutton to sell
We're cowpunchers and we're mean as hell
Neither me nor my pony's got a pedigree but he takes me where I'm wantin' to be
I'll ride him to death and when he is fell I'll get me another one mean as hell
I shot me a calf and I cut off her head
Cause the boys in the bunkhouse are wantin' to be fed
They rise and shine with the five thirty bell
And the best one of any of 'em is mean as hell
The devil in hell we're told was chained, a thousand years he there remained
He neither complained nor did he groan, but was determined to start a hell of his own
Where he could torment the souls of men without being chained in a prison pen
So he asked the Lord if he had on hand anything left when he made this land
The Lord said yes there's a plenty on hand but I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy the stuff is so poor
I don't think you could use it as the hell anymore
But the devil went down to look at the truck
And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck
For after lookin' that over carefully and well he said this place is too dry for a hell
But in order to get it off his hand the Lord promised the devil to water the land
So trade was closed and deed was given and the Lord went back to his home in heaven
And the devil said now I got all that's needed to make a good hell and he succeeded
He began by putting thorns all over the trees
He mixed up the sand with millions of fleas
He scattered tarantulas along the road, put thorns on cactus and horns on toads
Lengthened the horns of the Texas steer, put an addition to the rabbits ear
Put a little devil in the bronco steed and poisoned the feet of the centipede
The rattlesnake bites you, the scorpion stings
The mosquito delights you, with his buzzing wings
The sunburrs are there and so are the ants
And if you sit down you'll need half soles on your pants
The wild boar roams on the black chapparral it's a hell of a place that he has for hell
The heat in the summers are hundred and ten, too hot for the devil, too hot for men
The red pepper grows upon the banks of the brook
The Mexican use it in all that they cook
Just dine it with one of 'em and you're bound to shout
I've hell on the inside as well as the out
My hands are calloused July to July, I use a Big Dipper to navigate by
Fight off the wolves to drink from my well so I have to be mean as hell
A sheep herder came and put up a fence
I saw him one day but I ain't seen him since
But if you're needin' mutton, we got mutton to sell
We're cowpunchers and we're mean as hell
Neither me nor my pony's got a pedigree but he takes me where I'm wantin' to be
I'll ride him to death and when he is fell I'll get me another one mean as hell
I shot me a calf and I cut off her head
Cause the boys in the bunkhouse are wantin' to be fed
They rise and shine with the five thirty bell
And the best one of any of 'em is mean as hell
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Mean Eyed Cat
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Animals
Transport
GENRES
Country and Western
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1960
I give my woman half my money at the general store
I said, "Now buy a little groceries, and don't spend no more."
Then she paid ten dollars for a ten cent hat
And got some store bought cat food for a mean eyed cat
When I give her ten more dollars for a one way ticket, she was mad as she could be
Then I bet ten more that if she ever left, she'd come a-crawlin' back to me
When I woke up this mornin' and I turned my head
There wasn't a cotton pickin' thing on her side of the bed
I found a little old note where her head belonged
It said, "Dear John, honey, baby, I'm long gone."
When I heard a whistle blowin', and the big wheels a-turnin', I was scared as I could be
I put on my overalls and I headed for town
I'm gonna bring her back with me
I asked the man down at the station if he'd seen her there
I told him all about her pretty eyes and long, blonde hair
He spit his tobacco, said, "I'll be dad blamed...... I believe I did see her leavin' on a east bound train."
I bought a round trip ticket on the east bound train, I was broke as I could be
But when I come back, gotta buy another ticket
Gonna bring her back with me
I said, "Now buy a little groceries, and don't spend no more."
Then she paid ten dollars for a ten cent hat
And got some store bought cat food for a mean eyed cat
When I give her ten more dollars for a one way ticket, she was mad as she could be
Then I bet ten more that if she ever left, she'd come a-crawlin' back to me
When I woke up this mornin' and I turned my head
There wasn't a cotton pickin' thing on her side of the bed
I found a little old note where her head belonged
It said, "Dear John, honey, baby, I'm long gone."
When I heard a whistle blowin', and the big wheels a-turnin', I was scared as I could be
I put on my overalls and I headed for town
I'm gonna bring her back with me
I asked the man down at the station if he'd seen her there
I told him all about her pretty eyes and long, blonde hair
He spit his tobacco, said, "I'll be dad blamed...... I believe I did see her leavin' on a east bound train."
I bought a round trip ticket on the east bound train, I was broke as I could be
But when I come back, gotta buy another ticket
Gonna bring her back with me
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Mr. Garfield
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
Ramblin Jack Elliott
THEMES
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1965
Me and my brother was down close to the depot
When I heard the report of a pistol
I hollered, "I wonder what was that!"
And he run out and he come back in and he said,
"That was a report of a pistol."
And I thought I was gonna faint when he said it,
"Mr. Garfield's been shot down, shot down, shot down,
Mr. Garfield's been shot down low."
Lord, I knew the President was supposed to be down the depot that day
But I just wouldn't let myself believe that he'd been shot
Me and my brother run out there and everybody was all confused
And hollerin' and runnin' round
And I stepped up to this one lady and I said that,
"Ma'am what was it really that happened Ma'am?", and she said,
"Mr. Garfield's been shot down, shot down, shot down
Mr. Garfield's been shot down low."
Well, it looked like everybody felt just about as bad as I did
Everybody started drift off to home
Me and my brother did too
Then a few weeks later, I heard that the President was still alive
So I told my brother, I said, "Hey let's get on a train
And go to that Big House up there and see how the President is."
"Let's go up there to where he's laid up hurt and sick we'd see him."
So we went on up there and that big White House
And there was a soldier boy standin' round upside, outside
And, I sidled up to him and I said to that soldier boy
I said, "Who was it that did it?
Who was it that shot the President?"
And he said that, "It was Charlie Guiteau that shot Mr. Garfield."
And I said, "Charlie Guiteau done shot down a good man, good man
Charlie Guiteau done shot down a good man low,
Charlie Guiteau done shot down a good man, good man"
That soldier boy said that
Miss Lucretia Garfield was always at his bedside
In the heat of the day fannin' him when he was hot
And he said just that mornin' that he had been at the window
And he'd overheard Miss. Lucretia and Mr. Garfield talkin'
And Mr Garfield said, "Crete, honey", he called her Crete
He said, "Crete, honey, if somethin' worse would happens to me"
He said, "You get yourself a good man"
And she said, "Now James", she called him James
She said, "James, I won't hear to that now
'Cause I love you too much"
And he said that, "You'll make some good man a good wife, good wife,
You'll make some man a good wife gal,
Don't pull in single harness all your life, good gal,
Don't pull in single harness all your life."
That's what he said, "Don't pull in single harness all your life."
Well a little while later, we come back around there
And things have changed
The flag was hangin' halfway up the flagpole
And everybody was cryin' and standin' 'round sad
And I walked back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone."
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch down low
Mr. Garfield's been shot down low
Oh, Mr. Garfield's been shot down, shot down, shot down
Mr. Garfield's been shot down low
Have you heard the news?
Mr. Garfield's been shot down, shot down, shot down
Mr. Garfield's been shot down low, Lord
When I heard the report of a pistol
I hollered, "I wonder what was that!"
And he run out and he come back in and he said,
"That was a report of a pistol."
And I thought I was gonna faint when he said it,
"Mr. Garfield's been shot down, shot down, shot down,
Mr. Garfield's been shot down low."
Lord, I knew the President was supposed to be down the depot that day
But I just wouldn't let myself believe that he'd been shot
Me and my brother run out there and everybody was all confused
And hollerin' and runnin' round
And I stepped up to this one lady and I said that,
"Ma'am what was it really that happened Ma'am?", and she said,
"Mr. Garfield's been shot down, shot down, shot down
Mr. Garfield's been shot down low."
Well, it looked like everybody felt just about as bad as I did
Everybody started drift off to home
Me and my brother did too
Then a few weeks later, I heard that the President was still alive
So I told my brother, I said, "Hey let's get on a train
And go to that Big House up there and see how the President is."
"Let's go up there to where he's laid up hurt and sick we'd see him."
So we went on up there and that big White House
And there was a soldier boy standin' round upside, outside
And, I sidled up to him and I said to that soldier boy
I said, "Who was it that did it?
Who was it that shot the President?"
And he said that, "It was Charlie Guiteau that shot Mr. Garfield."
And I said, "Charlie Guiteau done shot down a good man, good man
Charlie Guiteau done shot down a good man low,
Charlie Guiteau done shot down a good man, good man"
That soldier boy said that
Miss Lucretia Garfield was always at his bedside
In the heat of the day fannin' him when he was hot
And he said just that mornin' that he had been at the window
And he'd overheard Miss. Lucretia and Mr. Garfield talkin'
And Mr Garfield said, "Crete, honey", he called her Crete
He said, "Crete, honey, if somethin' worse would happens to me"
He said, "You get yourself a good man"
And she said, "Now James", she called him James
She said, "James, I won't hear to that now
'Cause I love you too much"
And he said that, "You'll make some good man a good wife, good wife,
You'll make some man a good wife gal,
Don't pull in single harness all your life, good gal,
Don't pull in single harness all your life."
That's what he said, "Don't pull in single harness all your life."
Well a little while later, we come back around there
And things have changed
The flag was hangin' halfway up the flagpole
And everybody was cryin' and standin' 'round sad
And I walked back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone."
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch down low
Mr. Garfield's been shot down low
Oh, Mr. Garfield's been shot down, shot down, shot down
Mr. Garfield's been shot down low
Have you heard the news?
Mr. Garfield's been shot down, shot down, shot down
Mr. Garfield's been shot down low, Lord
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My God Is Real
Johnny Cash
- Credits
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- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Kenneth Morris
THEMES
Body
Inspirational
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1962
There are some things, I may not know
There are some places, I can't go
But I am sure, of this one thing
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul
My God is real, real in my soul
My God is real for he has washed and made me whole
His love for me is like pure gold
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul
Some folks may doubt, some folks may scorn
Well they can all go on, just leave me alone
But ask for me, I'll take God's part
My God is real for I can feel him in my heart
My God is real, real in my soul
My God is real for he has washed and made me whole
His love for me is like pure gold
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul
There are some places, I can't go
But I am sure, of this one thing
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul
My God is real, real in my soul
My God is real for he has washed and made me whole
His love for me is like pure gold
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul
Some folks may doubt, some folks may scorn
Well they can all go on, just leave me alone
But ask for me, I'll take God's part
My God is real for I can feel him in my heart
My God is real, real in my soul
My God is real for he has washed and made me whole
His love for me is like pure gold
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul
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My Grandfather's Clock
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Time
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1959
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the ole man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short, never to go again when the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it kept in it's place not a frown upon it's face
And it's hands never hung by its side
But it stopped, short, never to go again when the ole man died
It rang an alarm in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dong
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour for departure had come
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped, short, never to go again when the ole man died
Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the ole man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short, never to go again when the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it kept in it's place not a frown upon it's face
And it's hands never hung by its side
But it stopped, short, never to go again when the ole man died
It rang an alarm in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dong
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour for departure had come
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped, short, never to go again when the ole man died
Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
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My Mother Was A Lady
Johnny Cash
- Credits
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WRITERS
Edward B. Marks
Joseph W. Stern
THEMES
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1982
Two drummers sat at dinner, in a grand hotel one day
While dining they were chatting, in a jolly sort of way
When a pretty waitress brought them a fancy tray of food
They spoke to her familiarly in a manner rather rude
At first she did not notice, or make the least reply
But one remark was passed that brought teardrops to her eyes
And facing her tormentors, with her cheeks now burnin' red
She looked the perfect picture as appealingly she said
My Mother was a lady and yours, you will allow
And you may have a sister who needs protection now
I've come to this great city to find a brother dear
And you'd dare not insult me, sir, if Jack were only here
It's just one touch of nature
But it makes the whole world kin
And every word she uttered seemed to touch their hearts within
They sat there stunned in silence, until one cried in shame
Forgive me, miss, I meant no harm, pray tell me what's your name
She told him and he cried, I know your brother too
Why we've been friends for many years and he often speaks of you
He'll be so glad to see you and if you'll only wed
I'll take you to him as my wife for I've loved you since you said
My Mother was a lady like yours, you will allow
And you may have a sister who needs protection now
I've come to this great city to find a brother dear
And you'd dare not insult me, sir, if Jack were only here
While dining they were chatting, in a jolly sort of way
When a pretty waitress brought them a fancy tray of food
They spoke to her familiarly in a manner rather rude
At first she did not notice, or make the least reply
But one remark was passed that brought teardrops to her eyes
And facing her tormentors, with her cheeks now burnin' red
She looked the perfect picture as appealingly she said
My Mother was a lady and yours, you will allow
And you may have a sister who needs protection now
I've come to this great city to find a brother dear
And you'd dare not insult me, sir, if Jack were only here
It's just one touch of nature
But it makes the whole world kin
And every word she uttered seemed to touch their hearts within
They sat there stunned in silence, until one cried in shame
Forgive me, miss, I meant no harm, pray tell me what's your name
She told him and he cried, I know your brother too
Why we've been friends for many years and he often speaks of you
He'll be so glad to see you and if you'll only wed
I'll take you to him as my wife for I've loved you since you said
My Mother was a lady like yours, you will allow
And you may have a sister who needs protection now
I've come to this great city to find a brother dear
And you'd dare not insult me, sir, if Jack were only here
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