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Well they gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia sayin' Steve you're way behind time
This is not 38 this is old 97 you must put her into Spencer on time Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97 roll [ guitar ] But it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville With a line on a three mile grade It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes see what a jump he made He was goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour his whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle A scalded to death by the steam [ dobro ] Then the telegram come to Washington station and this is how it read Oh that brave engineer that run old 97 he's a layin' in old Danville dead So now all you ladies you better take a warnin' from this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband He may leave you and never return |
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I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you Because you're mine, I walk the line As sure as night is dark and day is light I keep you on my mind both day and night And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line You've got a way to keep me on your side You give me cause for love that I can't hide For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide Because you're mine, I walk the line I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line |
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Darlin' companion, come on and give me understandin'.
And let me be your champion: a hand to hold your pretty hand in. Darlin' companion, now you know you'll never be abandoned. Love will always light our landin': I can depend on you. Oh, a little saucy mare like you should have a steed. Oh, a little bridlin' down from you is what I need. Darlin' companion, now you know you'll never be abandoned. Love will always light our landin': I can depend on you. Darlin' companion, come on and give me understandin'. As long as we keep laughin', bear in mind just what could happen. Darlin' companion, I tell the mountains and the canyons, Long as I got legs to stand on, I'm gonna stick by you. Oh, a little saucy mare like you should have a steed. Oh, a little bridlin' down from you is what I need. Darlin' companion, I tell the mountains and the canyons, Long as I got legs to stand on, I'm gonna stick by you. Darlin' companion, I tell the mountains and the canyons, Long as I got legs to stand on, I'm gonna stick by you. |
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by Johnny Cash
Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel, The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well. I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the sweet magnolia trees; I was whistlin', pickin' flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze. I found myself surrounded; one policeman said: "That's him. Come along, wild flower child. Don't you know that it's two a.m." They're bound to get you. 'Cause they got a curfew. And you go to the Starkville City jail. Well, they threw me in the car and started driving into town; I said: "What the hell did I do?" He said: "Shut up and sit down." Well, they emptied out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks. I said: "Wait, my name is..." "Awe shut up." Well, I sure was in a fix. The sergeant put me in a cell, then he went home for the night; I said: "Come back here, you so and so; I ain't bein' treated right." Well, they're bound to get you, cause they got a curfew, And you go to the Starkville City Jail. I started pacin' back and forth, and now and then I'd yell, And kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel floor of my cell. I'd walk awhile and kick awhile, and all night nobody came. Then I sadly remembered that they didn't even take my name. At 8 a.m. they let me out. I said: "Gimme them things of mine!" They gave me a sneer and a guitar pick, and a yellow dandelion. They're bound to get you, 'cause they got a curfew, And you go to the Starkville City Jail. |
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San Quentin you've been living hell to me
You've blistered me since 1963 I've seen them come and go and I've seen them die And long ago I stopped asking why San Quentin I hate every inch of you You've cut me and you've scarred me through and through And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man Mr. Congressman, you can't you understand. San Quentin what good do you think you do? Do you think I'll be different when you're through? You bend my heart & mind and you warp my soul Your stone walls turn my blood a little cold San Quentin may you rot and burn in hell May your walls fall and may I live to tell May all the world forget you ever stood And the whole world will regret you did no good San Quentin I hate every inch of you. |
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San Quentin you've been living hell to me
You've blistered me since 1963 I've seen them come and go and I've seen them die And long ago I stopped asking why San Quentin I hate every inch of you You've cut me and you've scarred me through and through And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man Mr. Congressman, you can't you understand. San Quentin what good do you think you do? Do you think I'll be different when you're through? You bend my heart & mind and you warp my soul Your stone walls turn my blood a little cold San Quentin may you rot and burn in hell May your walls fall and may I live to tell May all the world forget you ever stood And the whole world will regret you did no good San Quentin I hate every inch of you. |
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Written by John R. Cash and Bob Dylan
Recorded 10/9/70 Wanted man in California Wanted man in Buffalo Wanted man in Kansas City Wanted man in Ohio Wanted man in Mississippi Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man I might be in Colorado Or Georgia by the sea Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be And If you ever see me coming and if you know who I am Don't you breathe it to nobody 'cause you know I'm on the lamb Wanted man by Lucy Watson Wanted man by Jeannie Brown Wanted man by Nellie Johnson Wanted man in this next town I've had all that I wanted of a lot of things I've had And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad I got sidetracked in El Paso Stopped to get myself a map Went the wrong way in Pleura with Juanita on my lamb Went to sleep in Shreveport Woke up in Abilene Wonderin' why, the hell, I'm wanted at some town half way in between Wanted man in Albuquerque Wanted man in Syracuse Wanted man in Tallahassee Wanted man in Baton Rouge There's somebody set to grab me Anywhere that I might be And wherever you might look tonight You might get a glimpse of me Wanted man in California Wanted man in Buffalo Wanted man in Kansas City Wanted man in Ohio Wanted man in Mississippi Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man |
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Well, my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to Ma and me Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke, An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks Seems I had to fight my whole life through Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean My fist got hard and my wits got keen I roamed from town to town to hide my shame But I made me a vow to the Moon and stars I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man that gave me that awful name Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I'd just hit town and my throat was dry I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew In an old saloon on a street of mud There at a table dealin' stud Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn out picture that my mother had And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye He was big and bent and grey and old And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said "My name is Sue! How do you do? Now you gonna die!" Yeah! That's what I told him Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down but to my surprise Came up with a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kickin' and a gougin' in the mud and the blood and the beer I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile Well, I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss He went for his gun but I pulled mine first He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile And he said, "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along So I gave you that name and I said good-bye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's that name that helped to make you strong" Yeah! He said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me and ya got the right To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do But you oughta thank me before I die For the gravel in your gut and the spit in the eye 'Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you Sue" Yeah, what could I do? What could I do? I got all choked up and threw down my gun Called him my Pa and he called me his son And I came away with a different point of view And I think about him now and then Every time I try and every time I win And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George, anything but Sue! I still hate that name! |
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Oh well, I'm tired and so weary
But I must go alone Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes Well the morning's so bright And the lamp is alight And the night, night is as black as the sea, oh yes There will be peace in the valley for me, some day There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray There'll be no sadness, no sorrow No trouble, trouble I see There will be peace in the valley for me, for me Well the bear will be gentle And the wolves will be tame And the lion shall lay down by the lamb, oh yes And the beasts from the wild Shall be lit by a child And I'll be changed, changed from this creature that I am, oh yes There will be peace in the valley for me, some day There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray There'll be no sadness, no sorrow No trouble, trouble I see There will be peace in the valley for me, for me |
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