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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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Second Honeymoon
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Autry Inman
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Sadness
Places
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
Country and Western
YEAR
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)
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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Send A Picture Of Mother
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Time
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1968
After seven years behind these bars together
I'll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go
If only I had not try to escape
That partin' me with you I know, yes I know
Won't you tell the folks back home I'll soon be coming
And don't let them know I never will be free, be free
Sometimes write and tell me how they're doing
And send a picture of mother back to me
Say hello to dad and shake his poor hard working hand
And send a picture of mother if you can
I'm happy for you that you've got your freedom
But stay with me just another minute or so, or so
After all this sweat and blood together
Who'll be my fightin' partner when you go, when you go
The hardest time will be on Sunday morning
Church bells will ring on Heaven Hill, Heaven Hill
Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me
And send a picture of mother if you will
Say hello to dad and shake his poor hard working hand
And send a picture of mother if you can
I'll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go
If only I had not try to escape
That partin' me with you I know, yes I know
Won't you tell the folks back home I'll soon be coming
And don't let them know I never will be free, be free
Sometimes write and tell me how they're doing
And send a picture of mother back to me
Say hello to dad and shake his poor hard working hand
And send a picture of mother if you can
I'm happy for you that you've got your freedom
But stay with me just another minute or so, or so
After all this sweat and blood together
Who'll be my fightin' partner when you go, when you go
The hardest time will be on Sunday morning
Church bells will ring on Heaven Hill, Heaven Hill
Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me
And send a picture of mother if you will
Say hello to dad and shake his poor hard working hand
And send a picture of mother if you can
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Shepherd Of My Heart
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Jenny Lou Carson
THEMES
Love
Country/Nature
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
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
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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Sing It Pretty, Sue
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Body
Names
Dreams
Inspirational
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
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
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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Slow Rider
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
Animals
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1960
[Spoken:]
Ride this train to any little trail in the West
You may find me riding alone late at night
My poor old horse don't understand why I ride at night and sleep in the daytime
Or why we ride in the bushes and hide every time I hear a noise
Well that's all I've done for months now running and hiding
You see my name is John Wesley Hardin
No I'm not proud of the name anymore
They say I've killed forty men
They tell a lot of different stories about me
Of course I guess I'm to blame for a lot of it
I killed the first time when I was fifteen to save my life, but then I had to do it again
Then every bum in the country that was fast with the gun started lookin' for me
They called me the fastest gun alive and I guess I was fast or I wouldn't be alive now
I got to where I couldn't walk down a street or in a saloon
Without some trigger-happy cowpoke
Wantin' to prove he could outdraw old John Wesley Hardin
Maybe I got a little bitter and didn't care whether I killed or not for a while
And I never quite forgot when the authorities in Huntsville prison
Dragged me up in the snow naked and horsewhipped me
Well that's why I'm ridin' at night
I want to go where no one has ever seen me
Where I won't even have to wear a gun
Maybe I can settle down in a quiet little town somewhere
Even get a job on the right side of the law, who knows
Maybe in a new town people will let me forget
[Song:]
I ride an old paint, he's on the weary side
And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide
Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl
And a forty pound saddle won't make us both raw
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
I can't help but missin' the daughters that I had
One went to Denver the other went bad
My young wife died in a poolroom fight
But I try to keep singin' from mornin' till night
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
Whenever I die, take my saddle from the wall
Strap it on Snuffy, lead him out of the stall
Throw me on his back and turn him toward the west
He knows how to take me to the spot I love best
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
Ride this train to any little trail in the West
You may find me riding alone late at night
My poor old horse don't understand why I ride at night and sleep in the daytime
Or why we ride in the bushes and hide every time I hear a noise
Well that's all I've done for months now running and hiding
You see my name is John Wesley Hardin
No I'm not proud of the name anymore
They say I've killed forty men
They tell a lot of different stories about me
Of course I guess I'm to blame for a lot of it
I killed the first time when I was fifteen to save my life, but then I had to do it again
Then every bum in the country that was fast with the gun started lookin' for me
They called me the fastest gun alive and I guess I was fast or I wouldn't be alive now
I got to where I couldn't walk down a street or in a saloon
Without some trigger-happy cowpoke
Wantin' to prove he could outdraw old John Wesley Hardin
Maybe I got a little bitter and didn't care whether I killed or not for a while
And I never quite forgot when the authorities in Huntsville prison
Dragged me up in the snow naked and horsewhipped me
Well that's why I'm ridin' at night
I want to go where no one has ever seen me
Where I won't even have to wear a gun
Maybe I can settle down in a quiet little town somewhere
Even get a job on the right side of the law, who knows
Maybe in a new town people will let me forget
[Song:]
I ride an old paint, he's on the weary side
And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide
Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl
And a forty pound saddle won't make us both raw
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
I can't help but missin' the daughters that I had
One went to Denver the other went bad
My young wife died in a poolroom fight
But I try to keep singin' from mornin' till night
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
Whenever I die, take my saddle from the wall
Strap it on Snuffy, lead him out of the stall
Throw me on his back and turn him toward the west
He knows how to take me to the spot I love best
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
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Smiling Bill Mcall
Johnny Cash
- Credits
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WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
Country and Western
YEAR
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
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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Snow In His Hair
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Marshall Pack
THEMES
Baby/Children
Body
Memories/Nostalgia
Weather
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
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
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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So Doggone Lonesome
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Sadness
Time
GENRES
Country and Western
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1955
I do my best to hide this lowdown feelin'
I try to make believe there's nothing wrong
But they're always asking me about you darling
And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone
If they ask me I guess I'd be denyin'
That I've been unhappy all alone
But if they heard my heart they'd hear it cryin'
Where's my darling, when's she coming home
I ask myself a million times what's right for me to do
To try to lose my blues alone or hang around for you
But I make it pretty good until that moon comes shining through
And that I get so doggone lonesome
Time stands still when you're a waitin'
Sometimes I think my heart is stoppin' too
One lonely hour seems forever
Sixty minutes more to wait for you
But I guess I'll keep waitin' till you're with me
'Cause I believe that loving you is right
But I don't care if the sun don't rise tomorrow
If I can't have you with me tonight
Well I know I'll keep on loving you
'Cause true love can't be killed
I ought to get you off of my mind
But I guess I never will
I could have a dozen others
But I know I'd love you still
Cause I get so doggone lonesome
I try to make believe there's nothing wrong
But they're always asking me about you darling
And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone
If they ask me I guess I'd be denyin'
That I've been unhappy all alone
But if they heard my heart they'd hear it cryin'
Where's my darling, when's she coming home
I ask myself a million times what's right for me to do
To try to lose my blues alone or hang around for you
But I make it pretty good until that moon comes shining through
And that I get so doggone lonesome
Time stands still when you're a waitin'
Sometimes I think my heart is stoppin' too
One lonely hour seems forever
Sixty minutes more to wait for you
But I guess I'll keep waitin' till you're with me
'Cause I believe that loving you is right
But I don't care if the sun don't rise tomorrow
If I can't have you with me tonight
Well I know I'll keep on loving you
'Cause true love can't be killed
I ought to get you off of my mind
But I guess I never will
I could have a dozen others
But I know I'd love you still
Cause I get so doggone lonesome
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Softly And Tenderly
Johnny Cash
- Credits
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WRITERS
Eugene L. Clark
Will L. Thompson
THEMES
Inspirational
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
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
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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Straight A's In Love
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Love
Baby/Children
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
Country and Western
YEAR
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
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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Sweet Betsy From Pike
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
Places
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1965
[Spoken:]
You know women had it tough too movin' West
The broad prairies, the thirst, the hunger, there were just about too much to believe
Especially for for a young lady born and bred back East
Yet with all the troubles and the seemingly endless miles
Across the great wastes, the plains and the deserts
Someone saw fit to throw a little human interest, a little humor
On a long hard almost unbelievable trip
Made by two young lovers sweet Betsy and Ike from Pike County, Missouri
[Song:]
Now don't you remember sweet Betsy from Pike
Who crossed the big mountains with her lover Ike
Two yoke of oxen, a big yeller dog, a tall Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog
One evenin' quite early they camped on the plat
Down by the road on a green, shady flat
Where Betsy got tired and lay down to repose
And Ike he just gazed on his Pike County rose
Well they soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out
Down in the sand she lay rollin' about
While Ike in great tears looked on in surprise
Said Betsy get up, you'll get sand in your eyes
Well the Shanghai ran off and the cattle all died
The last piece of bacon that mornin' was fried
Ike he got discouraged and Betsy got mad
The dog wagged his tail and looked wonderfully sad
Well a miner said Betsy will you dance with me
I will now ol' Hoss if you don't make too free
But don't dance me hard do you want to know why
Doggone you I'm chocked full of strong alkali
Ike and sweet Betsy got married of course
But Ike gettin' jealous obtained a divorce
Betsy well satisfied said with a shout
Goodbye you big lummox I'm glad you backed out
You know women had it tough too movin' West
The broad prairies, the thirst, the hunger, there were just about too much to believe
Especially for for a young lady born and bred back East
Yet with all the troubles and the seemingly endless miles
Across the great wastes, the plains and the deserts
Someone saw fit to throw a little human interest, a little humor
On a long hard almost unbelievable trip
Made by two young lovers sweet Betsy and Ike from Pike County, Missouri
[Song:]
Now don't you remember sweet Betsy from Pike
Who crossed the big mountains with her lover Ike
Two yoke of oxen, a big yeller dog, a tall Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog
One evenin' quite early they camped on the plat
Down by the road on a green, shady flat
Where Betsy got tired and lay down to repose
And Ike he just gazed on his Pike County rose
Well they soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out
Down in the sand she lay rollin' about
While Ike in great tears looked on in surprise
Said Betsy get up, you'll get sand in your eyes
Well the Shanghai ran off and the cattle all died
The last piece of bacon that mornin' was fried
Ike he got discouraged and Betsy got mad
The dog wagged his tail and looked wonderfully sad
Well a miner said Betsy will you dance with me
I will now ol' Hoss if you don't make too free
But don't dance me hard do you want to know why
Doggone you I'm chocked full of strong alkali
Ike and sweet Betsy got married of course
But Ike gettin' jealous obtained a divorce
Betsy well satisfied said with a shout
Goodbye you big lummox I'm glad you backed out
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Sweeter Than The Flowers
Johnny Cash
- Credits
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- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ervin T. Rouse
Lois Mann
Moon Mullican
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Sadness
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
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
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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Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Johnny Cash
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WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Inspirational
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
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
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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