June Carter Cash - Press On (1999) by June Carter Cash (보컬) on maniadb.com

Love is a burnin' thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire

I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire

(Instrumental Interlude)

I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire

The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, but the fire went wild

I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire

Free love is the goin' thing
So I took off my wedding ring
And embarked on my final fling
Of losin' you
Borrowed love is awful cheap
He was fun but I can't sleep
I toss and turn and then I weep
I'm losin' you

But I'd like to take that man I made
And choke him on the bed we laid
'Cause he ain't worth the price I paid of losin you

I searched my heart to see if I
Could catch you in a little lie
And in some way justify
Losin' you
I thought love grew weak with age
Oh ho, how I misread the gage
You wrote the book, I turned the page
And I'm losin' you

But I'd like to take that man I made
And choke him on the bed we laid
'Cause he ain't worth the price I paid
Of losin you

Free love is the goin' thing
So I took off my wedding ring
And embarked on my final fling
Of losin' you
Borrowed love is awful cheap
He was fun but I can't sleep
I toss and turn and then I weep
I'm losin' you

But I'd like to take that man I made
And choke him on the bed we laid
'Cause he ain't worth the price I paid
Of losin you
He ain't worth the price I paid of losin' you

I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heat
So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the street
And then I hollered, hi, ho, Silver and, get 'em up, Scout
But I suffered aggravation and a great humiliation
So I finally said I'd let the story out

You can't ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door
You can't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floor
Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees
And I cried, oh, ouch, help Lord, and Mama mia, please

Well, he broke into a cantor down around ol' Times Square
And my cowboy boots and hat, I left them somewhere way back there
Then he stomped and reared and turned and bucked and took off to the South
And I slid through Gatsby's Restaurant with his tail stuck in my mouth.

But you can't ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door
You don't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floor
Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees
And I cried, oh, ouch, help Lord, and Mama mia, please

Now, down at Gatsby's Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there
Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair
And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door
And I'm washing dishes in the back and sweepin' up the floor

But you don't ride a big, white horse into the front of Gatsby's door
You don't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floor
Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees
And I cried, oh, ouch, help Lord, and Mama mia, please

Bare me up on wings of Angels
Let me hear the choir sing
Let me see the facits of the chair of Him

Lift me up on wings of Angels
Three or four or more
And place me in my weakness
Perfect at your door

Jesus, I'm tryin' to get to you
Jesus, I'm tryin' to come home
Bare me up on wings of Angels
Lest I cast my foot against a stone

(Instrumental Interlude)

Well, the world keeps flyin' around
And I'm almost outta sight
I keep slippin' into Hell
I can't seem to get it right

Bare me up on wings of Angels
I might make it, I might not
But Jesus, I'm givin' it all I've got

Jesus, I'm tryin' to get to you
Jesus, I'm tryin' to come home
Bare me up on wings of Angels
Lest I cast my foot against a stone

One, two, three

Two lovers stood in the white, white sand
Dark-eyed maiden and her tall lover man
With surprise and pain in her eyes
Clung to the hand of her tall lover man

"They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim?", she asked him
"That fair-haired girl with those blue, blue eyes
Is not your wife, is she Jim?"
And with tears in her eyes and her sad, sad cries
She clung to the hand of her tall lover man

In the darkness, he let go off her hand
"I'm not to blame, it was a game
'Cause that fair-haired woman is my wife
And she will be all of my life"

"You're lyin' to me, aren't you Jim?", she asked him
"If lovin' me was a sport, then your life will be short"
She said to him, "My Jim"
And the blade of the maid struck the man
And the blood flowed in the sand from her tall lover man

Two lovers lyin' in the white, white sand
"I'll die with you, my tall lover man"
And her blade found its mark in the dark
She clung to the hand of her tall lover man

"They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim?", she asked him
"That fair-haired girl, those blue, blue eyes
Won't be your wife, my Jim"
With tears in her eyes and sad, sad cries
She died in the sand with her tall lover man

You have heard of little Moses in the bull rush
You have heard of fearless David and his sling
You have heard the story told of dreaming Joseph
And of Jonah and the whale you often sing

Well, there is going to be a meeting in the air
In that sweet, sweet by and by
Well, I am going to meet you, meet you over there
In that home beyond the sky

So the singing you will hear never heard by mortals ears
Will be glorious, yes, I do declare
And God's own son will be the leading one
At that meeting in the air

Well, there is going to be a meeting in the air
In that sweet, sweet by and by
Well, I am going to meet you, meet you over there
In that home beyond the sky

So the singing you will hear never heard by mortals ears
Will be glorious, yes, I do declare
And God's own son will be the leading one
At that meeting in the air