Autry Inman

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Sadness

Places

Rock 'n' Roll

Country and Western

1969

I walked up to the desk and asked the man about a room
I asked about the bridal sweet, I told him I'm the groom
Then I took the elevator to the floor I was assigned
I fumbled with the key the way I did that other time
Inside I thought of all the things that started in this room
But I'm alone on our second honeymoon

I hear the happy people laughing in the street below
But the loneliness I feel tonight I hope you never know
The life that was a happy song has ended much too soon
I'm alone on our second honeymoon

I look around the room and see you standing everywhere
The fragrance from your bridle flowers seem to fill the air
The blushing bride that gave me such a free and eager kiss
Two loving arms around me, as you offered wedded bliss
We said that we'd return to live it over in this room
But I'm alone on our second honeymoon
(Alone on our second honeymoon)

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Jenny Lou Carson

Love

Country/Nature

Country and Western

1959

You're the shepherd of my heart so treat it tenderly
It's a heart that needs your everlovin' care
You're the shepherd of my heart until eternity
Lead it not into the valley of despair

While it's in your keeping, guard it with your love
Shelter it from harm along life's way
You're the shepherd of my heart and darling honestly
It's a heart that will not ever go astray

You're the shepherd of my heart, so surely you must know
You have but to speak and my heart will obey
It's at your command my dear because it loves you so
So my darling shepherd guide it where you may

If it be green pastures or a rocky road
It will follow you and not ask why
You're the shepherd of my heart until the trumpet blows
And I go to meet the shepherd in the sky

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Johnny Cash

Body

Names

Dreams

Inspirational

Country and Western

1962

So you gave up all between us for a glamorous career
And with all your talent you should be the big star of the year
Then you'll be public property so I release my claim to you
Go on and give 'em all you've got, sing it pretty Sue

I can't take just part of you and give the world a half
So smile for all the papers and give 'em autographs
Go on to all the cities so your public can see you
But I'll watch on television, so sing it pretty Sue

I hope you'll soon be on the top of ev'ry hit parade
I'll try to be excited bout the progress that you've made
I'll collect your pictures like any fan would do
And I'll buy all your records, so sing it pretty Sue

But I won't ever tell a soul that we have ever met
I'll just be one of millions who'll give the praise you get
And maybe ev'ry year or so I'll drop a card to you
To tell you I'm still listenin', so sing it pretty Sue

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Johnny Cash

Names

Memories/Nostalgia

Rock 'n' Roll

Country and Western

1968

Well the whole town listened to the radio for the Smilin' Bill McCall Show
Everyone in Nashville was listenin' to Bill
I don't wanna be layin' in bed when they pronounce me dead

He'd stand and breathe in the microphone with his guitar hangin' to his kneebone
All the girls'd just sat and dreamed when Bill began his sing
I don't want my hat to be hung when my last song is sung

But he never let fame go to his head This is Smilin' Bill McCall he said
Gonna pick and sing a song or two
Y'all listen till I'm through
And if you're at the house or in your car tune in this time tomorrow

To all the boys he was a big hero, they'd glue their ears to the radio
Then talk in a most unusual drawl, imitatin' Bill McCall
Daddy can I get me a guitar, cause I wanna be a star

The girls'd would say of Bill McCall, why I bet he's over six feet tall
Handsomest man in Nashville, they said of Smilin' Bill
He won't be plantin' potato slips when he cashes in his chips

Then one day Bill didn't make the show Didn't even show up for a week or so
The station's boss said to city hall, find Smilin' Bill McCall
It won't be hard to track him down, he's got the biggest feet in town

Well there's a creek that runs through Nashville
And on the bank they found Smilin' Bill
He's committin' suicide, but they grabbed him fore he tried
Turn me loose I'm gonna jump he screamed cause I can't stand that theme
Let this be my final breath cause I'm scared half to death
The big brave Smilin' Bill McCall is only four feet tall
I'd rather be in the river dead than to hear 'em laughin' at my bald head

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Marshall Pack

Baby/Children

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Weather

Country and Western

1959

The years have been many, the years have been long
But at last I'm returning to daddy and home
He's looking my way though he hardly can see
God bless my old daddy, he recognised me

There's snow in his hair and I helped put it there
A halo of worry and care
As my daddy grows old, he's more precious than gold
For I cherish the snow in his hair

His shoulders were bent with the weight of the years
I scarcely could hold back the flood tide of tears
He walked with a cane as he hurried along
Comin' to meet me to welcome me home

There's snow in his hair and I helped put it there
A halo of worry and care
As my daddy grows old, he's more precious than gold
For I cherish the snow in his hair

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Eugene L. Clark

Will L. Thompson

Inspirational

Country and Western

1975

Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling Calling for you and for me
See on the portals, he's waiting and watching
Watching for you and for me

Come home, come home
Ye who are weary come home
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling Calling oh sinner come home

Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading
Pleading for you and for me
Why should we linger and heed not his mercies
Mercies for you and for me

Come home, come home
Ye who are weary come home
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling Calling oh sinner come home

Oh for the wonderful love he has promised
Promised for you and for me
Though we have sinned he has mercy and pardon
Pardon for you and for me

Come home, come home
Ye who are weary come home
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling Calling oh sinner come home

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Johnny Cash

Love

Baby/Children

Rock 'n' Roll

Country and Western

1959

Well a readin' and a writin' and 'rithmetic never did get through to me
It ain't because I'm square or thick cause I learned my ABC's
But when I graduated from the grammar school and I moved one grade above
I began to be a snook at books, but I made straight A's in love

Now the teacher would say to learn your algebray
But I'd bring home C's and D's
How could I make an A when there's a swingin' maid
On the left and on the right and in the back and the front of me

Oh my grades are low on my card I know, but they oughta give me one above
If they'd give a mark for learnin' in the dark, I'd have straight A's in love

Now in my senior year with graduation near I did my home work every night
And when my mama said I oughta go to bed I'd turn out all the lights
But my sweetie pie was waitin' right outside, she'd be a cooin' like a dove
Though I did my beat, I failed semester tests, but I made straight A's in love

Now the teacher would say to learn your algebray
But I'd bring home C's and D's
How could I make an A when there's a swingin' maid
On the left and on the right and in the back and the front of me

Oh my grades are low on my card I know, but they oughta give me one above
If they'd give a mark for learnin' in the dark, I'd have straight A's in love

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Ervin T. Rouse

Lois Mann

Moon Mullican

Memories/Nostalgia

Sadness

Country and Western

1988

Yes as far as I can remember she'll remain the rose of my heart
Mom took sick along in December, February brought us broken heart

The reason we've not called the family reunion, we knew that you wouldn't be there
Now we've thought it all over mama, we know that your spirit is there

No, no I can't forget the hours
You're the dearest one mom and sweeter than the flowers
No, no there's no need to bother, because without you now would only hurt father
No, no mama we'll never forget you and someday we'll meet you up there

We all gathered round, I stared at their faces
All heads were bowed down, mighty low
There was one time mama, we all had to face it
It hurt us so bad you know

No, no I can't forget the hours
You're the dearest one mom and sweeter than the flowers
No, no there's no need to bother, because without you now would only hurt father
No, no mama we'll never forget you and someday we'll meet you up there

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Johnny Cash

Inspirational

Country and Western

1959

Well now I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Comin' for to carry me home
There was a band of angels a comin' after me
Comin' for to carry me home

Swing low (swing low), sweet chariot (chariot), comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home

Well I'm sometimes up and I'm sometimes down
Comin' for to carry me home
But I know my soul is heavenly bound
Comin' for to carry me home

Swing low (swing low), sweet chariot (chariot), comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home

Well now if you get there before I do
Comin' for to carry me home
Tell all of my friends that I'm a comin' too
Comin' for to carry me home

Swing low (swing low), sweet chariot (chariot), comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home

Well now they're comin' for to carry me home

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Johnny Cash

Baby/Children

Places

Memories/Nostalgia

Country and Western

1961

In a little cabaret
In a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came from miles around

And all the girls, from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and puttin jewellry 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

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

Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him 'round
He 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 a Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

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Charlie Rich

Love

Sadness

Country and Western

1959

You're tellin' everyone in town that I don't treat you right
You even say I stay away and don't come home at night
I'm losing you and you are all I've got
Thanks a lot (thanks a lot)
Thanks a lot (thanks a lot)

It seems you like to hurt me and you know I'm good to you
I'd give you anything I own, do anything you want me to
Yeah now you really got me on the spot Thanks a lot (thanks a lot)
Thanks a lot (thanks a lot)

Still I would forgive you if you'd let me
I'd be glad if we could try again
But it seems that you're just out to get me
And it looks as if you're just about to win

No matter what you do, I'll always still love you
And you will never know, how it hurts to see you go
And for callin' me those things you know I'm not
Thanks a lot (thanks a lot)
Thanks a lot (thanks a lot)

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No matter what you do, I always still love you
And you will never know, how it hurts to see you go
You say I'm happy but you know I'm not Thanks a lot (thanks a lot)
Thanks a lot (thanks a lot)

Thanks a lot

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Dick Glasser

Love

Sadness

Happiness

Country and Western

1959

Mhmmmm
Mhmmmm
When you left I shed a million teardrops over you
But that's all over, my cryin' days are through
When you left my heart was cold and ev'ry day was blue
But that's all over, I've found somebody new

Someone that can make me happy, make me wanna smile
Someone I'm gonna have around me for a long, long while
Someday we may meet again, but I won't fall for you
That's all over, I've found somebody new

Mhmmmm
Mhmmmm

Someone that can make me happy, make me wanna smile
Someone I'm gonna have around me for a long, long while
Someday we may meet again, but I won't fall for you
That's all over, I've found somebody new
Yes that's all over I've found somebody new

Mhmmmm

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Carl Perkins

Memories/Nostalgia

Places

Country and Western

1965

Here lies less more four slugs from a forty-four, no less no more

Out in Arizona, just south of Tucson
Where tumbleweeds tumble, in search of a home
There's a town they call Tombstone, where the brave never cry
They live by a sixgun, by a sixgun they die

It's been a long time now since the town was a boom
The jailhouse is empty, so's the Palace Saloon
Just one look will tell you, that this town was real
A secluded ole dirt road, leads up to Boot Hill

Walk up to the fence there, and look at the view
That's where they were hangin', eighteen eighty two
It's easy to see where, the brave men have died
Rope marks on the ol' tree are now petrified

At night when the moon shines so far away
It gets mighty lonesome, lookin' down on their graves
There lies Billy Clanton, never wanted to kill
But he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill (Boot Hill)

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Johnny Cash

Baby/Children

Memories/Nostalgia

Money

Sadness

Country and Western

1963

[Spoken:]
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You've need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take stitches
There's nothing in the house but a loaf end of rye
And a harp with a with the woman's head nobody will buy and she began to cry

That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl
Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes
And where you get a jacket from God above knows
It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground
And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound

That was in the late fall when the winter came
I'd not a pair of britches nor a shirt to my name
I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play
And all the other little boys passed our way
Son said my mother come climb into my lap
And I'll chaff your little bones while you take a nap
And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more
Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor
A rock, rock rocking to a mother goose rhyme
Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time

But there was I a great boy and what would folks say
To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day, in such a daft way
Men say the winter was bad that year, fuel was scarce and food was dear
A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door
And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor
All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break
And the harp with the woman's head, nobody would take for song or pity sake

The night before Christmas, I cried with the cold
I cried myself to sleep like a two year old
And in the deep night I felt my mother rise
And stare down upon me with love in her eyes
I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair
A light falling on her from I couldn't tell where

Looking nineteen and not a day older
And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder
Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings
Were weave, weave weaving wonderful things
Many bright threads from where I couldn't see
Were running through the harp strings rapidly
And gold threads whistling through my mother's hands
I saw the web grow and the pattern expand

She wove a child's jacket and when it was done
She laid it on the floor and wove another one
She wove a red cloak so regal to see
She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me
She wove a pair of britches and quicker than that
She wove a pair of boots and a little cocked hat
She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse
She wove all night in the still cold house

She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke
But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke
But, but when I awoke there sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder, lookin' nineteen not a day older
A smile about her lips and a light about her head
And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead
And piled up beside her toppling to the skies
Were the clothes of a king's son just my size

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Johnny Cash

Memories/Nostalgia

Inspirational

Country and Western

1962

I think sir the battle is over and the young soldier lay down his gun
I'm tired of running for cover
For I think the battle is done

For see over there where we fought them It's quiet for they've all gone away
All left is the dead and the dying
The ground's covered with them today

So you think the battle is over and you even lay down your gun
You carelessly rise from your cover
For you think the battle is done

Now boy hit the dirt listen to me
For I'm still the one in command
Get flat on the ground here beside me And lay your ear hard to the sand

Can you hear the deafening rumble?
Can you feel the trembling ground?
It's not just the horses and wagons
That make such a deafening sound

The fight yet to come's not with cannon Nor will the fight be hand to hand
No one will regroup the forces
No charge will a general command

The battle will rage in the bosom
Of mother and sweetheart and wife
Brother and sister and daughter
Will grieve for the rest of their lives

Now go ahead rise from your cover
Be thankful that God let you live
Go fight the rest of the battle
For those who gave all they could give

I see sir the battle's not over
The battle has only begun
The rest of the battle will cover
The part that has blackened the sun

For though there's no sound of the cannon
And though there's no smoke in the sky
I'm droppin' the gun and the sabre
And ready for battle am I

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Johnny Cash

Christmas/Seasonal

Country and Western

1963

[Sung:]
(Praises sing to Christ the King
And peace to men on Earth)

[Spoken:]
On Christmas Eve I dreamed I traveled all around the Earth
And in my dream I saw and heard the ways the different people hail the king
Whose star shone in the east and what a dream it was

In London Town I walked around Piccadilly Circus
A mass of people movin' here and there I wandered where
On ev'ry face at ev'ry place was hurry up I'm late
But a kind old man at a chestnut stand said Merry Christmas mate
And I felt the Christmas spirit

In a little town nestled down in Bavarian Germany
I walked along to see what the feeling there would be
And here again was the busy den, the rushin' the yellin'
But some kind voice said Frohliche Weihnachten
Not understanding the words but forgettin' the buyin' and sellin'
I felt the Christmas spirit

In Bethlehem I heard a hymn some distant choir sang
And with other tourists I walked along to a church as its bells rang
Then I heard someone tell someone there's where Christ was born
I wonder if he looked like our baby looked on that first morn
And then I really felt the Christmas spirit

From a businessman in the Holy Land at a sidewalk souvenir shop
I bought a little Bible since I'd already stopped
And it was in Paris, France somehow by chance that I took the Bible out
And as I flipped the pages I saw these words and I knew what it was all about
For I read, fear not for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy
Which shall be to all people
For unto you he was born this day in the City of David a Saviour
Which is Christ the Lord

Then I took the little Holy Book, held it close and tight
I closed my eyes and visualized the glory of that night
So suddenly it came to me for when I awoke Christmas Day
I felt the Christmas spirit down deep inside to stay

[Sung:]
(O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see Thee lie
Above Thy deep and dreamless sleep, the silent stars go by
Yet in Thy dark streets shineth the everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in Thee tonight)

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Johnny Cash

Names

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Country and Western

1960

Well I knew a boy named Willie Brown
He was a lover of our town
Wherever he went the girls fell down
And cried for Willie Brown
Crazy about Willie Brown

Tall and dark and lean and long
Big as a bull and twice as strong
He loved the girls and turned them down A sheek was Willie Brown
Dang sheek Willie Brown

Well a new girl moved in on our street We knew that she and Will would meet
But then, when we inquired around
She'd not met Willie Brown,
She said who's Willie Brown

The prettiest girl you ever saw
Head to toe without a flaw
When they met one night in town
She fell for Willie Brown
In love with Willie Brown

But the trouble was that we all knew
Willie Brown was falling too
Then he announced when June comes around
She'll marry Willie Brown
She's in love with Willie Brown

But then the girl denied it all
She said it's true that I did fall
But he took my love for granted now
To heck with Willie Brown
Conceited Willie Brown,

Willie Brown was shocked to learn
That his love had at last been spurned
So on a hill outside of town
We buried Willie Brown
We buried Willie Brown

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Johnny Cash

Christmas/Seasonal

Animals

Country and Western

1963

Jesus our King, kind and good
Was humbly born in a stable of wood
And the lowly beasts around him stood
Jesus our King, kind and good

I said the donkey, shaggy and brown
I carried his mother up and down
I carried his mother to Bethlehem town
I said the donkey, shaggy and brown

I said the ox this was my hay
I gave him my manger, twas here that he lay
I gave him my manger, twas here that he lay
I said the ox, this was my hay

(I said the sheep with curly horn
I gave him my wool for a blanket warm
He wore my coat on Christmas morn
I said the sheep with curly horn)

I said the dove from the rafters high
I sang him to sleep that he would not cry
We sang him to sleep my love and I
I said the dove from the rafters high

And so ev'ry heart by some good spell
In the stable dark was glad to tell
Of the gift that he gave to Emanuel
Of the gift that he gave to Emanuel

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Johnny Cash

June Carter Cash

Body

Names

Money

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Country and Western

Rock 'n' Roll

1963

John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you - listen boy!"
Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay a track, learn to pick and shovel too,
And take my 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 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 brought you own hammer boy, but what else can all those 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."

"Now ain't you something! So high and mighty wif' your muscles!
Just go ahead, boy, and pick up that hammer! Pick up the hammer!"

He said, "Get a rusty 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 steep nose 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 it split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
("Sweat! Sweat boy, sweat! You owe me two more swings!")
I was born for driven steel.

Well John Henry hammered in the mountain
He'd give a grunt and he'd give a groan with every swing
The women folks for miles around heard him and come down
To watch him make the cold steel ring ("Lord what a swinger!")
Just listen to that cold steel ring!

But the bad boss come up laughin' at John Henry.
Said, "You full of vinegar now, but you about through!
We gonna get a steam drill 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 four little brothers,
And baby sister's walking on her knees.
Did the lord say that machines oughta take the place of living?
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 boss hollered, "Get up, whoever you are, and get a pick axe!
Give me enough coal to start another Hell. (And keep it burnin!)
Mine me enough to start another Hell!"

John Henry said to his captain, "A man ain't nothin' but a man.
But if you'll bring that steam drill round, I'll beat it fair and honest.
I'll die with my hammer in my hand, but I'll be laughing
'Cuz you can't replace a steel driven man."

There was a big crowd of people at the mountain
John Henry said to the steam drill, "How is you?
Pardon me mister steam drill, I suppose you didn't hear me. I said how're you, 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."

2000 people hollered, "Go, John Henry!"
Then somebody hollered, "The mountain's caving in!"
John Henry told the captain, "Tell the kind folks don't worry.
That ain't nothin,' but my hammer suckin' wind! (It keeps me breathing.)
This steel driver's muscle I intend."

"Captain, tell the people, move back further!
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill.
It's so far behind, but yet ain'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!"

Well John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was Polly 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 Polly Ann, come here sugar.
Ya know, I believe this is the first time I ever watched the sun come up
that I couldn't come up.
Take my hammer, Polly Ann and go to that railroad.
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it.
And when you're swinging with the lead man,
They'll all know, they'll all know you're John Henry's woman
But, but tell them 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 their hats, the men do
When they come to the place where John Henry's layin', restin' his back,
Some of 'em say, "'Mornin', steel driver! You sure was a hammer swinger!"
Then they go on by, pickin' up a little speed. (Clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack)
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh lord!
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh lord!
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh lord!
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man

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Johnny Cash

Inspirational

Country and Western

1968

[Spoken:]
There was an ol' stone-cutter who lived in a cabin on the mountain side
And the ol' stone-cutter knew it won't be long before he died
And all around his cabin were statues the man had made
Statues that the buyers said were all of a mediocre grade
With his calloused hands he lit a lamp and lay down his head on his handmade table
And he softly whispered Lord I'm old and shaky and I'm hardly able
But give me strength and wisdom and give me a week at least
And I'll climb up to the top of this mountain and chisel out a masterpiece

The very next morning he felt new strength
And he took his brand new hammer and a sharpest chisel
He began to climb the mountain his ol' feet slipping in the freezing dizzle

When he finally reached the top he shouted to a world that didn't hear
I'll carve my masterpiece out of this marble boulder here
So the hammer beat the chisel and he hammered till an image grew
Then he stopped to look it over to appraise his work when he was through

It was a boy carrying a crippled boy and the ole man said it isn't my masterpiece
I'll call it charity and then a masterpiece mine will be
So the hammer beat the chisel til another image in the marble grew
Then the wind began to blowing and he sat and rested when he was through

It was the image of a mother holding her child
He said this is love as the world would know
But it isn't my masterpiece and he began again as it began to snow
The hammer beat the chisel as the snow fell harder and the wind grew and grew
He fell to his knees holding a stone and he threw down his hammer and his chisel too

He lay frozen face down in the snow, but one hand was held for the world to see
Cut in the marble was his masterpice three neatly carved letters G.O.D

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Johnny Cash

Names

Memories/Nostalgia

Places

Country and Western

1961

He came in like a restless wind
Yuma is the name
He'll be going like a July snow
Followin' the sun and, better watch his gun man
He's gonna be a rebel, till the Wild West is tame

Johnny's slow and easy going, like a tumbleweed
Had to kill in Albuquerqu', but justice is his creed from Texas to the black hills
Come and watch for Johnny Yuma
For the wrong will not succeed

You may find him bedded down with the buffalo at night
Had a gal in Jacksontown that begged him not to fight
But a hardened soul is in a rut
To help to calm the stormy land
And make a few wrongs right

If you've heard the innocent, keep your back from the door
Sleep with one eye open, keep a loaded 44 man
Better watch that right hand
Johnny Yuma's gun is quick when trouble's at the for

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Johnny Cash

Memories/Nostalgia

Places

Sadness

Country and Western

1965

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, 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 others 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 ever wins her affection
Don't mention my name and my name will pass on

Just beat the drum slowly, 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

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 the sod o'er him
Just a young cowboy, who'd surely gone wrong

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Johnny Cash

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Country and Western

1964

[Spoken:]
Sequoia's winters were sixteen, silent tongue spirit clean
He walked at his father's side
Across the smoking battle ground where red and white men lay all around
So many here had died

The wind had scattered around snow white leaves upon the ground
Not leaves like leaves from trees
Sequoia said what can this be what's the strange thing here I see
From where come leaves like these
Sequoia turned to his father's eyes and he said father you're wise
From where come such snow white leaves
With such strange marks upon these squares
Not even the wise owl could put them there
So strange these snow white leaves

His father shielding his concern, resenting the knowledge Sequoia yearned
Crumbled the snow white leaves
He said when I explain then it's done, these are talking leaves my son
The white men's talking leaves
The white man takes a berry of black and red
And an eagle's feather from the eagle's bed
And he makes bird track marks
And the marks on the leaves they say carry messages to his brother far away
And his brother knows what's in his heart

They see these marks and they understand the truth in the heart of the far off man
The enemies can't hear them
Said Sequoia's father son they weave bad medicine on these talking leaves
Leave such things to them

Then Sequoia walking lightly, followed his father quietly, but so amazed was he
If the white man talks on leaves, why not the Cherokee

Vanished from his father's face, Sequoia went from place to place
But he could not forget
Year after year he worked on and on till finally he cut into stone
The Cherokee alphabet

Sequoia's hair by now was white, his eyes began to lose their light
But he taught all who would believe
That the Indian's thoughts could be written down
Just as the white men's there on the ground and he left us these talking leaves

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Johnny Horton

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Country and Western

1964

Oh wagon trains rollin' along
They fade from my visions and in time will be gone
I see an eagle in space, my people will follow
Oh, oh a vanishing race

An Indian brave rolled along one day on a lonely mountain trail
And he gazed below with a heart of woe where the prairie schooners sail
A vision formed like a mortal storm in the dust of the wagon train
A vanishing race appeared in space and he sang this sad refrain

Oh wagon trains rollin' along
They fade from my visions and in time will be gone
I see an eagle in space, and my people will follow
A vanishing race

Oh now great spirits on high, please spare them the sorrow, you showed to my eye oh oh
Now my blanket I roll, and I ride to the valley, of the brave Navajo oh oh

And I ride to the valley, of the brave Navajo oh oh
Oh the vanishing Navajo

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