1.Come Along And Ride This Train
2.Pickin' Time
Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash
I got cotton in the bottom land
It's up and growin' and i got a good stand
My good wife and them kids of mine
Gonna get new shoes come pickin' time
Get new shoes come pickin' time
Every night when i go to bed
I thank the lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days and nine
But i get 'em fat come pickin' time
Get 'em fat come come pickin' time
The corn is yellow and the beans are high
The sun is hot in the summer sky
The work is hard till layin' by
Layin' by till pickin' time
Layin' by till pickin' time
It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And i turn it off purty early at night
'cause a jug of coal-oil costs a dime
But i stay up late come pickin' time
Stay up late come pickin' time
My old wagon barely gets me to town
I patched the wheels and i watered 'em down
Keep her in shape so she'll be fine
To haul my cotton come pickin' time
Haul my cotton come pickin' time
Last sunday mornin' when they passed the hat
It was still nearly empty back where i sat
But the preacher smiled and said that's fine
The lord'll wait till pickin' time
The lord'll wait till pickin' time
3.Five Feet High And Rising
Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash
My mama always taught me that good things come from adversity if
we put our faith in the Lord.
We couldn't see much good in the flood waters when they
Were causing us to have to leave home
But when the water went down we found that it had washed a load
of rich black bottom dirt across our land. The following year we
had the best cotton crop we'd ever had.
I remember hearing：
How high's the water mama？
Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water papa？
Two feet high and risin'
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat
That's the only thing we got left that'll float
It's already over all the wheat and the oats
Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water mama？
Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water papa？
Three feet high and risin'
Well the hives are gone
I've lost my bees
The chickens are sleepin'
In the willow trees
Cow's in water up past her knees
Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water mama？
Four feet high and risin'
How high's the water papa？
Four feet high and risin'
Hey come look through the window pane
The bus is comin' gonna take us to the train
Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain
4 feet high and risin'
How high's the water mama？
Five feet high and risin'
How high's the water papa？
Five feet high and risin'
Well the rails are washed out north of town
We gotta head for higher ground
We can't come back till the water comes down
Five feet high and risin'
Well it's five feet high and risin'
4.Big River
Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you
Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
I met her accidentally in St. Paul(Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in
Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.
Then you took me to St. Louis later on(down the river).
A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's
gone.
I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it
on.
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans.
Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf.
She loves you, Big River, more than me.
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you
Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
5.Cry, Cry, Cry
Lyricist：J.R. Cash
Writer(s)：J.R. Cash
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down
I think you only live to see the lights uptown
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try
When the lights have lost their glow you'll cry, cry, cry.
Soon your sugar daddies will all be gone
You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone
You'll call for me but I'm gonna tell you bye, bye, bye
When I turn around and I walk away you'll cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry,
Cry and you cry alone
When everyone's forgotten
And you're left on your own
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
I lie awake at night and wait till you come in
You stay a little while and then you're gone again
Every question that I ask I git a lie, lie, lie,
For every lie you tell you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
When your fickle love gets old no one will care for you
And you'll come back to me for a little love that's true
I'll tell you no and you're gonna ask me why, why, why
When I remind you all of this you'll cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me then
It'll hurt when you think what a fool you've been
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry...
6.All Of God's Children Ain't Free
Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash
I'd sing more about moral of this land
But all God's children ain't free
I'd open up every door I can
'Cause all God's children ain't free
I met a beaten broken man
He shovels dirt but got no land
And he held out his hand to me
All God's children ain't free
I'd sing along too a silly song
But all God's children ain't free
I'm gonna sing the blues for the men they done wrong
'Cause all God's children ain't free
Mister how about the man you condemn to die？
But taking everything that he's livin' by
And reject him from society
All God's children ain't free
No reject him from society
All God's children ain't free
I'd be happy walking any street
But all God's children ain't free
I'd have a smile for all I meet
But all God's children ain't free
I'd whistle down the road but I wouldn't feel right
I'd hear somebody cryin' out at night
From a sharecropper shack or penitentiary
All God's children ain't free
From a sharecropper shack or penitentiary
All God's children ain't free
7.Big Foot
Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash
But the land was already claimed by a people
When the cowboy came and when the soldiers came
The story of the American Indian is in a lot of ways
A story of tragedy like that day at Wounded Knee South Dakota
Big Foot was an Indian chief
Of the Minneconjou band
A band of Minneconjou Sioux
From South Dakota land
Big Foot said to Custer
'Stay away from Crazy Horse'
But Custer crossed into Sioux land
And he never came back across
Then Big Foot led his people
To a place called Wounded Knee
And they found themselves surrounded
By the 7th Cavalry
Big chief Big Foot
Rise up from your bed
Minneconjou babies cry
For their mothers lying dead
Big Foot was down with a fever
When he reached Wounded Knee
And his people all were prisoners
Of the 7th Cavalry
Two hundred women and children
And another hundred men
Raised up a white flag of peace
But peace did not begin
An accidental gunshot
And Big Foot was first to die
And over the noise of the rifles
You could hear the babies cry
Big chief Big Foot
It's good that you can't see
Revenge is being wrought
By Custer's 7th Cavalry
Then smoke hung over the canyon
On that cold December day
All was death and dying
Around where Big Foot lay
Farther on up the canyon
Some had tried to run and hide
But death showed no favorites
Women men and children died
One side called it a massacre
The other a victory
But the white flag is still waving
Today at Wounded Knee
Big chief Big Foot
Your Minneconjou band
Is more than remembered here
In South Dakota land
8.Don't Take Your Guns To Town
Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash
A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
He laughed and kissed his mom
And said your Billy Joe's a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn't shoot without a cause
I'd gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
He sang a song as on he rode
His guns hung at his hips
He rode into a cattle town
A smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar
And laid his money down
But his mother's words echoed again
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself he had become a man
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mothers words
Don't take you2 guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
Filled with rage then
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired
Before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
9.Folsom Prison Blues
Lyricist：J.R. Cash
Writer(s)：J.R. Cash
I hear the train a comin'
it's rolling round the bend
and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
but that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
they're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
but those people keep a movin'
and that's what tortures me...
Well if they'd free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd moved it all a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....
I bet I'd move just a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....
10.Singing In Vietnam Talking Blues
Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash
One mornin' at breakfast I said to my wife
'We've been everywhere once and some places twice'
As I had another helpin' of country ham
She said, 'We ain't never been to Vietnam
There's a bunch of our boys over there'
So, we went to the Orient, Saigon
Well, we got a big welcome when we drove in
Through the gates of a place that they call Long Ben
We checked in and everything got kinda quite
But a soldier boy said, 'Just wait 'til tonight
Things get noisy, things start happening'
Big bad firecrackers'
Well, that night we did about four shows for the boys
And they were livin' it up with a whole lot of noise
We did our last song for the night
Then we crawled into bed for some peace and quite
But things weren't peaceful and things weren't quite
Things were scary
Well, for a few minutes June never said one word
And I thought at first that she hadn't heard
Then a shell exploded not two miles away
She sat up in bed and I heard her say, 'What was that？'
I said 'That was a shell or a bomb'
She said, 'I'm scared', I said, 'Me too'
Well, all night long that noise kept on
And the sound would chill you right to the bone
The bullets and the bombs and the motor shells
Shook our bed every time one fell and it never let up
It was gonna get worse before it got any better
Well when the sun came up the noise died down
We got a few minutes sleep and we were sleepin' sound
Then a soldier knocked on our door and said
'Last night we brought in seven dead and fourteen wounded'
And would we come down to the base hospital
And see the boys, yeah
So we went to the hospital ward by day
And every night we were singin' away
Then the shells and the bombs 'til dawn again
And the helicopters brought in a wounded man
Night after night, day after day, comin' and a goin'
So we sadly sang for them our last song
And reluctantly we said so long
We did our best to let them know that we cared
For every last one of them it's over there
Whether we belonged over there or not
Somebody over here loves them and needs them
Well, now that's about all there is to tell
About that little trip into livin' hell
And if I ever go back over there anymore
Hope there's none of our boys there for me to sing for
I hope that war's over with and they all come back home
To stay in peace
11.What Is Truth
Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash
The old man turned off the radio
Said where did all of the old songs go
Kids sure play funny music these days
They play it in the strangest ways
Said it looks to me like they've all gone wild
It was peaceful back when I was a child
Well man could it be that the girls and boys
Are trying to be heard above your noise
And the lonely voice of youth
Cries what is truth
A little boy of three sitting on the floor
Looks up and says daddy what is war
Son that's when people fight and die
The little boy of three says daddy why
Young man of seventeen in Sunday school
Being taught the golden rule
And by the time another year has gone around
It may be his turn to lay his life down
Can you blame the voice of youth
For asking what is truth
Young man sitting on the witness stand
The man with the book says raise your hand
Repeat after me I solemnly swear
The man looked down at his long hair
And although the young man solemnly swore
Nobody seems to hear anymore
And it didn't really matter
If the truth was there
It was the cut of his clothes
And the length of his hair
And the lonely voice of youth
Cries what is truth
The young girl dancing to the latest beat
Has found new ways to move her feet
The young man speaking in the city square
Is trying to tell somebody that he cares
Yeah the ones that you're calling wild
Are going to be the leaders in a little while
This old world's waking to a new born day
And I solemnly swear that it'll be their way
You better help that voice of youth
Find what is truth
And the lonely voice of youth
Cries what is truth
12.Man In Black
Lyricist：J.R. Cash
Writer(s)：J.R. Cash
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
13.Were You There(When They Crucified My Lord)
Lyricist：TraditionalJohnny Cash
Writer(s)：Traditional
Mixing：Johnny Cash
Were you there when they crucified my Lord
Oh were you there when they crucified my Lord
(Oooh sometimes it causes me to tremble) tremble
Were you there when they crucified my Lord
Were you there when they nailed him to the cross
Were you there when they nailed him to the cross
(Oooh sometimes it causes me to tremble) tremble
Were you there when they nailed him to the cross
(Were you there when they laid him in the tomb
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb
Oooh sometimes it causes me to tremble) tremble
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb
Well were you there when the stone was rolled away
Were you there when the stone was rolled away
(Oooh sometimes it causes me to tremble) tremble
Were you there when the stone was rolled away
14.Children, Go Where I Send Thee
Lyricist：Johnny CashTraditional
Writer(s)：Traditional
Mixing：Johnny Cash
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee？
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
Born born born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee？
I'm gonna send thee three by three
Three by the Hebrew children
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
Born born born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
Children how shall I send thee？
I'm gonna send thee four by four
Four by four that stood at the door
Three by the Hebrew children
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
Who was born born born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee？
I'm gonna send thee five by five
Five by the five it couldn't get by
Four by the four that stood at the door
Three by the Hebrew children
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
Born born born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee？
I'm gonna send thee six by six
Six by the six that couldn't get fixed
Five by the five couldn't get by
Four by the four that stood at the door
Three by the Hebrew children
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
Who was born born born in Bethlehem
Six by the six couldn't get fixed
Five by the five that couldn't get by
Four by the four that stood at the door
Three by the three for the Hebrew children
Two by two for Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
Who was born born born in Bethlehem
Who was born born born in Bethlehem
Yes He was born born born in Bethlehem
15.Ragged Old Flag
Lyricist：Johnny CashChuck Cochran
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash
Mixing：Chuck Cochran
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin' there.
I said, 'Your old court house is kinda run down,
He said, 'Naw, it'll do for our little town'.
I said, 'Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit,
And that's a ragged old flag you got hangin' on it'.
He said, 'Have a seat', and I sat down,
'Is this the first time you've been to our little town'
I said, 'I think it is'
He said 'I don't like to brag, but we're kinda proud of
That Ragged Old Flag
'You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
and It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat
watching it,
writing 'Say Can You See'
It got a bad rip in New Orleans, with Packingham ＆ Jackson
tugging at its seams.
and It almost fell at the Alamo
beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
That Ragged Old Flag
'On Flanders Field in World War I,
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp, and low, a time or two,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
by her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
and now they've about quit wavin' back here at home
in her own good land here She's been abused,
She's been burned, dishonored, denied an' refused,
And the government for which she stands
Has scandalized throughout out the land.
And she's getting thread bare, and she's wearin' thin,
But she's in good shape, for the shape she's in.
Cause she's been through the fire before
and i believe she can take a whole lot more.
'So we raise her up every morning
And we take her down every night,
We don't let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I ＊do＊ like to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of
That Ragged Old Flag'
16.Song Of The Patriot
Lyricist：Marty RobbinsShirl Milete
Writer(s)：Marty RobbinsShirl Milete
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
I love mom and applie pie,
And the freedoms that we all enjoy across this beautiful land
I work hard and I fight hard for the old Red, White, and Blue
And I'll die a whole lot harder if it comes to where I have to
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
And when I see old Glory waving
I think of all the brave men who have fought and died for what
is right and wrong
And when I see old Glory burnin, my blood begins to churnin
And I could do some fightin' of my own
I don't believe in violence, I'm a God fearing man
Bul I'll stand up for my country just as long as I can stand
Cause I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
And I enjoy the liberty of being what I want to be and achieve
any goals that I can
I was taught to turn the other cheeck, but daddy used to say
Walk soft and pack a big stick, but never walk away
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
And When I see old Glory waving
I think of all the brave men who have fought and died for what
is right and wrong
And when I see old Glory burnin, my blood begins to churnin
And I could do some fightin' of my own
Cause I love all my brothers and were proud of our group
We've got the greenest country here on God's green earth
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
17.This Land Is Your Land
18.I Am The Nation
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