1.Folsom Prison Blues
Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny 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.....
2.I Still Miss Someone
Lyricist：John R. CashR. CashJr.
Writer(s)：R. Cash Jr.John R. Cash
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.
3.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.
4.That Silver Haired Daddy Of Mine
Lyricist：G. AutryJ. Long
Writer(s)：G. AutryJ. Long
In a vine covered shack in the mountains.
Bravely fighting the battle of time.
There's a dear one who's wept through life's sorrows.
It's that silver haired daddy of mine.
If I could recall all the heartaches,
dear ole daddy I've caused you to bear.
If I could erase those lines from your face and bring
back the gold to your hair.
If God would but grant me the power just to turn back
the pages of time. I would give all I own just to put
a tone to that silver haired daddy of mine.
5.Darlin' Companion ／ If I Were A Carpenter ／ Jackson
Lyricist：J. SebastianJ. LeiberT. HardinB. E. Wheeler
Writer(s)：T. HardinB. E. WheelerJ. SebastianJ. Leiber
Darlin' companion, come on an' 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 an' give me understandin'
As long as we keep laughin', bear in mind just what could happen
Darlin' companion, I tell the mountains an' 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 an' the canyons
Long as I got legs to stand on, I'm gonna stick by you
Darlin' companion, I tell the mountains an' the canyons
Long as I got legs to stand on, I'm gonna stick by you
6.I Got A Woman(With June Carter)
7.Life Of A Prisoner
8.What Is Truth
9.Belshazzar
10.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
11.Wreck Of The Old 97
Lyricist：TraditionalJohnny CashB. JohnsonN. Blake
Writer(s)：Traditional
Mixing：Johnny CashB. JohnsonN. Blake
Well they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,
Said：'Steve, you're way behind time,
'This is not 38, this is Ol' 97,
'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 Ol' '97 roll.'
And then a telegram come from Washington station,
This is how it read：
'Oh that brave engineer that run ol 97,
'Is lyin in old Danville dead.'
'Cos he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour,
The whistle broke into a scream.
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,
Scalded to death by the steam.
One more time!
Oh, now all you ladies you'd better take a warning,
From this time on and learn.
Never speak hard words to your true-lovin' husband.
He may leave you and never return.
Poor Boy.
12.A Boy Named Sue
Lyricist：S. Silverstein
Writer(s)：S. Silverstein
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.
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,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and 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 ＆ 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 the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell you 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 goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that helped to make you strong.
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 oughtta thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue.'
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do？
Well I got choked up and threw down my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
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 any damn thing but Sue!
I still hate that name!
13.I Walk The Line
Lyricist：J.R. Cash
Writer(s)：J.R. Cash
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
14.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.
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