1.Ring Of Fire
Lyricist：June CarterMerle Kilgore
Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
CHORUS：
I Fell Into A Burning 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
I Fell Into A Burning 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
CHORUS
I Fell Into A Burning 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
I Fell Into A Burning 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
2.I'd Still Be There
3.What Do I Care
4.I Still Miss Someone
Lyricist：John R. CashR. Cash, Jr.
At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone
I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
because I still miss someone
Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone.
5.Forty Shades Of Green
6.Were You There(When They Crucified My Lord)
7.The Rebel - Johnny Yuma
Lyricist：A. Fenady,R. Markowitz
Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the west
Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone
He got fightin' mad
This rebel lad
He packed no star
As he wandered far
Where the only law
Was a hook and a draw
The rebel, Johnny Yuma
He searched the land
This restless lad
He was panther quick
And leather tough
If he figured that
He'd been pushed enough
The rebel, Johnny Yuma
Fightin' mad
This rebel lad
With a dream he'd hold
'Til his dyin' breath
He'd search his soul
And gamble with death
The rebel, Johnny Yuma
8.Bonanza !
Lyricist：J. LivingstonR. Evans
The claim we hold is as good as gold, bonanza
Hand in hand we built this land, the Ponderosa Ranch
Our birthright is this Cartwright bonanza
We here belong, and standing strong, wrong ain't got a chance
Day by day, work or play, ready side by side
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide
Bound to be a fightin' free bonanza
Singing pines of boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch
Every tree and flower is part of our bonanza
The stars at night, the morning light, water in the branch
We ride along four men strong together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage Ponderosa Ranch
Day by day, work or play, ready side by side
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide
Bound to be a fightin' free bonanza
Singing pines of boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch
9.Big Battle , The
I think sir the battle is over, and the young soldier lay down
his gun.
I'm tired of running for cover, I'm certain the battle is done.
For see over there where we fought them, it's quite for they've
all gone away.
All left is the dead and the dying, the blue lying long side the
grave.
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 heart 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.
For every shot fired had an echo and every man killed wanted
life.
There lies your friend Jim McKinney, can you take the news to
his wife？
No son the battle's not over, the battle has only begun.
The rest of the battle will cover the part that has blackened
the sun.
The fight yet to come is 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 this 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 dropping the gun and the saber and ready for battle am I.
10.Remember The Alamo
11.Tennessee Flat - Top Box
Lyricist：J. Cash
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' jewelery in hock.
To take the trip, to go and listen,
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top
box.
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.
Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round,
He'd 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 the Tennessee flat top
box.
12.There'll Be Peace In The Valley(For Me)
13.The Legend Of John Henry's Hammer
14.Tell Him I'm Gone
15.Another Man Done Gone
16.Busted
Lyricist：Harlan Howard
My bills are all due and the babies need shoes
But I'm busted
Cotton is gone down to a quarter a pound
And I'm busted
I got a cow that's gone dry and a hen that won't lay
A big stack of bills that get bigger each day
The county's gonna haul my belongings away
I'm busted
I went to my brother to ask for a loan
I was busted
I hate to beg like a dog for a bone
But I'm busted
My brother said, 'There ain't a thing I can do
My wife and my kids are all down with the flu
And I was just thinkin' of callin' on you
I'm busted'
Lord, I'm no thief but a man can go wrong
When he's busted
The food that we canned last summer is gone
And I'm busted
The fields are all bare and the cotton won't grow
Me and my family gotta pack up and go
Where I'll make a living, the Lord only knows
But I'm busted
17.Casey Jones
18.Nine Pound Hammer
Lyricist：M. Travis
Well, this nine pound hammer is a little too heavy
For my size, honey for my size
I'm goin' on the mountain, gonna see my baby
And I ain't comin' back, Lord I ain't comin' back
Oh, roll on buddy, don't you roll so slow
How can I go when my wheels won't roll
Roll on buddy, pull a load o'coal
How can I go when my wheels won't roll
Well, it's a long way to Harlem, it's a long way to Hazard
Just to get a little brew, just to get a little brew
Now when I'm long gone you can make my tombstone
Out of number nine coal, out of number nine coal
Roll on buddy, don't you roll so slow
How can I go when my wheels won't roll
Oh, roll on buddy, pull a load o'coal
How can I go when my wheels won't roll
19.Chain Gang
20.Waiting For A Train
21.Roughneck
22.As Long As The Grass Shall Grow
23.Apache Tears
Lyricist：J. Cash
Hoof prints and foot prints, deep ruts the wagons made
The victor and the loser came by here
No head stones, but these bones bring the mascalero death moans
See the smooth black nuggets by the thousands lying here
Petrified, but justified are these apache tears
Dead grass, dry roots, hunger crying in the night
Ghost of broken hearts and laws are here
And who saw the young squaw, they judged by their whiskey law
Tortured till she died of pain and fear
Where the soldiers lay her back, are the black apache tears
The young men, the old men, the guilty and the innocent
Bled red blood and chilled alike with fears
The red men, the white men, no fight ever took this land
So don't raise the dust when you pass here
They're sleeping and in my keeping are these apache tears
24.Custer
Lyricist：P. La Farge
Now I will tell you buster that I ain't a fan of Custer
And the General he don't ride well anymore
To some he was a hero but to me his score was zero
And the General he don't ride well anymore
Now Custer done his fightin' without too much excitin'
And the General he don't ride well anymore
General Custer come in pumpin' when the men were out a huntin'
But the General he don't ride well anymore
With victories he was swimmin' he killed children dogs and women
But the General he don't ride well anymore
Crazy Horse sent out the call to Sitting Bull and Gall
And the General he don't ride well anymore
Now Custer split his men well he won't do that again
Cause the General he don't ride well anymore
Twelve thousand warriors waited they were unanticipated
And the General he don't ride well anymore
It's not called an Indian victory but a bloody massacre
And the General he don't ride well anymore
There might have been more enthusin' if us Indians had been
losin'
But the General he don't ride well anymore
General George A.Custer oh his yellow hair had lustre
But the General he don't ride well anymore
For now the General's silent he got barbered violent
And the General he don't ride well anymore
Oh the General he don't ride well anymore
25.The Talking Leaves
26.The Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Lyricist：P. La Farge
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the tribe of the Pima Indian
A proud and peaceful band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to fight back down again
And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored;
Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance
Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!
He died drunk early one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died
27.Drums
Lyricist：P. La Farge
From the Indian reservation to the governmental school
Well they're goin' to educate me to the white men's Golden Rule
And I'm learning very quickly for I've learned to be ashamed
And I come when they call Billy though I've got an Indian name
And there are drums beyond the mountain Indian drums that you
can't hear
There are drums beyond the mountain and they're getting mighty
near
And when they think that they'd changed me cut my hair to meet
their needs
Will they think I'm white or Indian quarter blood or just half
breed
Let me tell you Mr teacher when you say you'll make me right
In five hundred years of fighting not one Indian turned white
And there are drums...
Well you thought that I knew nothing when you brought me here to
school
Just another empty Indian just America's first fool
But now I can tell you stories that are burnt and dried and old
But in the shadow of their telling walks the thunder proud and
bold
And there are drums...
Long Pine and Sequoia Handsome Lake and Sitting Bull
There's Magnus Colorado with his sleeves so red and full
Crazy Horse the legend those who bit off Custer's soul
They are dead yet they are living with the great Geronimo
And there are drums...
Well you may teach me this land's hist'ry but we taught it to
you first
We broke your hearts and bent your journeys broken treaties left
us cursed
Even now you have to cheat us even though you this us tame
In our losing we found proudness in your winning you found shame
And there are drums...
28.White Girl
29.The Vanishing Race
Lyricist：J. Horton
Oh, wagon trains rollin' along
They fade from my visions and in time will be gone
I, 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 his sad refrain
Oh, wagon trains rollin' along
They fade from my visions and in time will be gone
I, 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 show to my eye
Now my blankets are roll
And I ride to the valley of the brave Navajo
And I ride to the valley of the brave Navajo
A vanishing Navajo
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