Johnny Cash Singer(At Folsom Prison -

1.Opening Announcements From Hugh Cherry


2.Blue Suede Shoes

Lyricist：Carl Perkins
Writer(s)：Carl Perkins

Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, you can knock me down, step in my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, honey, lay off of them shoes

Burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, honey, lay off of them shoes
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes, no, no, no
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Knock me down, step on my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, oh, honey, stay off of them shoes

Yeah, burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, oh, honey, stay off of them shoes

Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
No, no, don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Knock me down, step on my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, baby, stay off of them shoes

Burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything, do anything
Do anything that you wanna do

Do anything, do anything
Do anything that you want to do
But, oh baby, stay off of my shoes


3.This Ole House


4.Announcements And Johnny Cash Intro From Hugh Cherry


5.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 Antone..
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 freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther 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.....


6.Busted

Lyricist：Harlan Howard
Writer(s)：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


7.Dark As A Dungeon

Lyricist：M. Travis
Writer(s)：M. Travis

Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine
It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal
Where it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
Where the danger is double and pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine

Well it's many a man that I've seen in my day
Who lived just to labor his whole life away
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
Where it's dark as a dungeon ....
And pray when I'm dead and my ages shall roll
That my body would blacken and turn into coal
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the
miner digging my bones
Where it's dark as a dungeon...


8.I Still Miss Someone

Lyricist：John R. Cash;Roy Cash Jr.
Writer(s)：Roy 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


9.Cocaine Blues

Lyricist：T.J. Arnall
Writer(s)：T.J. Arnall

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pill
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said, 'Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down'

Said, 'Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down because she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more'

In about five minutes in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I hollered, 'Lordy, Lordy have mercy on me'

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down

Come on you gotta' listen to unto me
Lay off that whiskey, let that cocaine be


10.25 Minutes To Go

Lyricist：S. Silverstein
Writer(s)：S. Silverstein

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25
minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24
minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23
minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21
minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more
minutes to go

Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes
to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to
go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes
to go
And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more
minutes to go
Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more
minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more
minutes to go

Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more
minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more
minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes
to go
And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't wanna die 2 more
minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go
And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!


11.I'm Here To Get My Baby Out Of Jail


12.Orange Blossom Special

Lyricist：E. T. Rouse
Writer(s)：E. T. Rouse

Look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
Hey, look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
It's the Orange Blossom Special
Bringin' my baby back

Well, I'm going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy
And get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special
And lose these New York blues

'Say man, when you going back to Florida？'
'When am I goin' back to Florida？ I don't know, don't reckon I
ever will.'
'Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York？'
'Well, I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die.'

Hey talk about a-ramblin'
She's the fastest train on the line
Talk about a-travellin'
She's the fastest train on the line
It's that Orange Blossom Special
Rollin' down the seaboard line


13.The Long Black Veil

Lyricist：Marijohn Wilkin;Danny Dill
Writer(s)：Marijohn WilkinDanny Dill

Ten years ago on a cold dark night,
someone was killed 'neath the town hall lights.
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed,
that the man who ran looked a lot like me.

Chorus ~ She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me

The Judge said son, what is your alibi,
if you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die.
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life,
for i'd been in the arms of my best friends wife.

Now the scaffold is high, and eternity's near.
She stood in the crowd, and shed not a tear.
But some times at night, when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil, she cries over my bones

Chorus ~ She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
When the cold winds blow, and the night winds wail.
No body knows, no body sees.
No body knows, but me.


14.Send A Picture Of Mother

Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash

After seven years behind these bars together
I'll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go
If only I had not tried to escape
They'd barred me with you I know, yes I know

Won't you tell the folks back home I'll soon be coming？
And don't let them know I never will be free, be free
Sometimes write and tell me how they're doing
And send a picture of mother back to me

Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand
And send a picture of mother if you can

I'm happy for you that you got your freedom
But stay with me just another minute or so, or so
After all this sweating blood together
Who'll be my fighting partner when you go, when you go

The hardest time will be on Sunday morning
Church bells will ring on Heaven Hill, Heaven Hill
Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me
And send a picture of mother if you will

Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand
And send a picture of mother if you can


15.The Wall

Lyricist：H. Howard
Writer(s)：H. Howard

Theres a lot of strange men in cell block ten
But the strangest of them all
Was a friend of mine who spent his time staring at the wall
Staring at thewall

In his hand was a note that his gal had wrote
And it proves that crime don't pay
She was the very same gal that he robbed and stole for
For naming her wedding day
For naming her wedding day

As he stared at that wall so strong and tall
You could hear him softly curse nobody at all
Ever climbed that wall but i'm gona be the first
Yeah i'm gona be the first

The warden walked by and said son don't try
I'd hate to see you fall
For there is no doubt they'll carry you out
If you ever touch that wall
If you ever touch that wall

Well a years gone by since he made his try
But I can still recall
How hard he tried and the way he died
But he never made that wall
He never made that wall

Theres never been a man ever shook this can
But I know a man who tried
The newspapers called it a jail break plan
But I know it was suicide
I know it was suicide


16.Dirty Old Egg - Sucking Dog

Lyricist：J. Clement
Writer(s)：J. Clement

Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog

Egg-suckin' dog
I'm gonna stomp your head in the ground
If you don't stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound

Now if he don't stop eatin' my eggs up
Though I'm not a real bad guy
I'm gonna get my riffle and send him
To that great chicken house in the sky

Egg-suckin' dog
Your always hangin' around
But you'd better stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound


17.Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart

Lyricist：Jack Clement
Writer(s)：Jack Clement

From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear
In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place
At the table of your love I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

In the garbage disposal of you dreams I've been ground up dear
On the river of your plans I'm up the creek
Up the elevator of your future I've been shafted
On the calendar of your events I'm last week

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart


18.Joe Bean

Lyricist：Bud Freeman;Leon Pober
Writer(s)：Bud FreemanLeon Pober

Last time we were here at Folsom Prison, they were
hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here...Joe Bean？
Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right？ Well,
they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for killing
a man in Arkansas. Funny thing about it, Joe Bean
has never been to Arkansas. On top of that, Joe
Bean never heard of the man. In fact, today is Joe
Bean's twentieth birthday. See through the prison
bars, Joe Bean, see where the gallows stand. Just
twenty short years from the day you were born, you
died by the hangman's hand. Yes, they're hanging
Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
never did. He killed 20 men, by the time he was
10, he was an unruly kid. Yes, they're hanging Joe
Bean for the one shooting that Joe Bean never did.
Well, Joe - your mother is at the Capitol, asking
the governor for a stay. And it's hard on her,
'cause she knows where you were, on that
particular day. You were working Joe Bean, hard
working, robbing the Santa Fe. Well, the telegraph
wires are humming. Here, the governor's words come
through. He said, 'I can't set you free, it's
not up to me, but there's much, Joe Bean, I'll do.
I'll join your mother in extending Birthday
greetings to you. Happy Birthday, Joe Bean.'


19.Jackson

Lyricist：G. Rodgers;B. WHEELER
Writer(s)：B. WHEELERG. Rodgers

We got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ...

...ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.

Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of
yourself,
Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!

Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.

See if I care.

When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow.(Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know
how,
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loosen my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.

'Goodbye,' that's all she wrote.

But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a
Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs,
Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan.

Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered
sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.

Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered sprout
...


20.I Got A Woman(With June Carter)

Lyricist：R. Charles
Writer(s)：R. Charles

I got a woman way cross town she's good to me oh yeah
I got a woman way cross town she's good to me oh yeah
Well she's my baby when I'm in need oh she's a real too friend
indeed
I got a woman way cross town she's good to me oh yeah
I save my loving early in the morning just for you oh yeah
I save my loving early in the morning just for you oh yeah
You're my big man don't you understand
And I love you you're my loving big big man
I got a woman way cross town she's good to me oh yeah

He's there to love me both day and night
Never grumbles and fusses just treats me right
Never walking in the streets leave me alone
She knows the woman places right there out in our home
I got a woman way cross town she's good to me oh yeah
I got a woman way cross town good to me oh yeah
Well she's my baby don't you understand and I'm her loving man
I got a woman way cross town she's good to me oh yeah
Got me a big man way cross town he's good to me oh yeah
Got me a big man way cross town he's good to me oh yeah
He's my baby don't you understand he's my loving big big man
I got a woman way across town she's good to me oh yeah


21.The Legend Of John Henry's Hammer

Lyricist：June Carter;John R. Cash
Writer(s)：John R. CashJune Carter

John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, ''Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy'
Said, 'Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay a track
Learn to pick and shovel too and take my hammer
It'll do anything you tell it to'

John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, 'I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
That's the pay for a steel driver on this line'

Then the section foreman said, 'Hey, hammer swinger
I see you brought your own hammer boy
But what else can all those muscles do
And he said, 'I can turn a jack, I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too'

Can you swing a hammer boy？
Yes sir, I'll do anything, you hire me to

Now ain't you somethin'
So high and mighty wif your muscles
Just go ahead, boy and pick up that hammer
Pick up the hammer

He said, 'Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do'

With a steep nose hammer on a four foot switch handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross tie and it split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel

Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel

Well John Henry hammered in the mountain
He'd give a grunt, he'd give a groan with every swing
The women folks for miles around heard him and come down
To watch him make the cold steel ring, Lord what a swinger
Just listen to that cold steel ring

But the bad boss come up laughin' at John Henry
Said, 'You full of vinegar now, but you about through
We gonna get a steam drill to do your share of drivin'
Then what's all them muscles gonna do？ Huh, John Henry？
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you'

John Henry said, 'I feed four little brothers
And baby sister's walkin' on her knees
Did the Lord say that machines oughtta take the place of livin'？
And what's a substitute for bread and beans？ I ain't seen it
Do engines get rewarded for their steam？'

John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine boss hollered, 'Get up, whoever you are, and get a pick
axe
Give me enough coal to start another hell and keep it burnin'
Mine me enough to start another hell'

John Henry said to his captain,' A man ain't nothin' but a man
But if you'll bring that steam drill round, I'll beat it fair
and honest
I'll die with my hammer in my hand but I'll be laughin'
'Cuz you can't replace a steel drivin' man'

There was a big crowd of people at the mountain
John Henry said to the steam drill, 'How is you？
Pardon me mister steam drill, I suppose you didn't hear me'
I said, 'How're you？'

Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track
Can you pick and shovel too？
Listen, this hammer swinger's talkin' to you

Two thousand people hollered, 'Go, John Henry'
Then somebody hollered, 'The mountain's caving in'
John Henry told the captain, 'Tell the kind folks don't worry
That ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me
breathin'
A steel driver's muscle I intend'

Captain, tell the people, move back further
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind but yet ain't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills, Lord lordy
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills

Well John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was Polly Ann
Yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home

He laid down to rest his weary back and early next mornin'
He said, 'Come here Polly Ann, come here sugar
Ya know, I believe this is the first time I ever watched
The sun come up that I couldn't come up'

'Take my hammer, Polly Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
And when you're swingin' with the lead man
They'll all know, they'll all know you're John Henry's woman
But, but tell them ain't all you can do'

'Tell 'em I can hoist a jack, and I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too, ain't no machine can
That's been proved to you'

There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid
They slow down and take off their hats, the men do

When they come to the place where John Henry's layin'
Restin' his back, some of 'em say, 'Mornin', steel driver
You sure was a hammer swinger'
Then they go on by, pickin' up a little speed
Clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack

Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man

Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man


22.June's Poem


23.Green, Green Grass Of Home

Lyricist：C. Putman
Writer(s)：C. Putman

The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
Down the road I look, and there comes Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak.
Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree,
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.


24.Greystone Chapel

Lyricist：G. SHIRLEY
Writer(s)：G. SHIRLEY

Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my
Lord has set my soul free There's a greystone
chapel here at Folsom a house of worship in this
den of sin You wouldn't think that God had a place
here at Folsom But he saved the souls of many lost
men Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock It
takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom But
the door to the House of God is never locked
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my
Lord has set my soul free

There are men here that don't ever worship There
are men here who scoff at the ones who pray But
I've got down on my knees in that greystone chapel
And I thank the Lord for helpin' me each day Now
there's greystone chapel here at Folsom It has a
touch of God's hand on ever stone It's a flower of
light in a field of darkness and it's givin' me
the strength to carry on Inside the walls of
prison my body may be but my Lord has set my soul free


25.Closing Theme And Announcements


26.The Old Spinning Wheel


27.Opening Announcements From Hugh Cherry


28.Matchbox


29.Blue Suede Shoes

Lyricist：Carl Perkins
Writer(s)：Carl Perkins

Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, you can knock me down, step in my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, honey, lay off of them shoes

Burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, honey, lay off of them shoes
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes, no, no, no
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Knock me down, step on my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, oh, honey, stay off of them shoes

Yeah, burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, oh, honey, stay off of them shoes

Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
No, no, don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Knock me down, step on my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, baby, stay off of them shoes

Burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything, do anything
Do anything that you wanna do

Do anything, do anything
Do anything that you want to do
But, oh baby, stay off of my shoes


30.You Can't Have Your Kate And Edith, Too


31.Flowers On The Wall


32.How Great Thou Art

Lyricist：S. K. Hine
Writer(s)：S. K. Hine

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim： 'My God, how great Thou art!'

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!


33.Announcements And Johnny Cash Intro From Hugh Cherry


34.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.....


35.Busted

Lyricist：Harlan Howard
Writer(s)：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


36.Dark As A Dungeon

Lyricist：M. Travis
Writer(s)：M. Travis

Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine
It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal
Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew danger is double
pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine
Well it's many a man that I've seen in my day
(uh huh no laughin' during this song please it's bein' recorded)
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard with his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
And pray when I'm dead and my ages shall roll
That my body would blacken and turn into coal
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the
miner digging my bones
Where it's dark as a dungeon...


37.Cocaine Blues

Lyricist：T.J. Arnall
Writer(s)：T.J. Arnall

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down

Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail

Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty hack into that district court

Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down

Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be


38.25 Minutes To Go

Lyricist：S. Silverstein
Writer(s)：S. Silverstein

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25
minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24
minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23
minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21
minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more
minutes to go

Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes
to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to
go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes
to go
And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more
minutes to go
Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more
minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more
minutes to go

Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more
minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more
minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes
to go
And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't wanna die 2 more
minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go
And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!


39.Orange Blossom Special

Lyricist：E. T. Rouse
Writer(s)：E. T. Rouse

Look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
Hey, look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
It's the Orange Blossom Special
Bringin' my baby back

Well, I'm going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy
And get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special
And lose these New York blues

'Say man, when you going back to Florida？'
'When am I goin' back to Florida？ I don't know, don't reckon I
ever will.'
'Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York？'
'Well, I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die.'

Hey talk about a-ramblin'
She's the fastest train on the line
Talk about a-travellin'
She's the fastest train on the line
It's that Orange Blossom Special
Rollin' down the seaboard line


40.The Legend Of John Henry's Hammer

Lyricist：J.R. Cash;J. Carter
Writer(s)：J.R. CashJ. Carter

John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, ''Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy'
Said, 'Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay a track
Learn to pick and shovel too and take my hammer
It'll do anything you tell it to'

John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, 'I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
That's the pay for a steel driver on this line'

Then the section foreman said, 'Hey, hammer swinger
I see you brought your own hammer boy
But what else can all those muscles do
And he said, 'I can turn a jack, I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too'

Can you swing a hammer boy？
Yes sir, I'll do anything, you hire me to

Now ain't you somethin'
So high and mighty wif your muscles
Just go ahead, boy and pick up that hammer
Pick up the hammer

He said, 'Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do'

With a steep nose hammer on a four foot switch handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross tie and it split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel

Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel

Well John Henry hammered in the mountain
He'd give a grunt, he'd give a groan with every swing
The women folks for miles around heard him and come down
To watch him make the cold steel ring, Lord what a swinger
Just listen to that cold steel ring

But the bad boss come up laughin' at John Henry
Said, 'You full of vinegar now, but you about through
We gonna get a steam drill to do your share of drivin'
Then what's all them muscles gonna do？ Huh, John Henry？
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you'

John Henry said, 'I feed four little brothers
And baby sister's walkin' on her knees
Did the Lord say that machines oughtta take the place of livin'？
And what's a substitute for bread and beans？ I ain't seen it
Do engines get rewarded for their steam？'

John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine boss hollered, 'Get up, whoever you are, and get a pick
axe
Give me enough coal to start another hell and keep it burnin'
Mine me enough to start another hell'

John Henry said to his captain,' A man ain't nothin' but a man
But if you'll bring that steam drill round, I'll beat it fair
and honest
I'll die with my hammer in my hand but I'll be laughin'
'Cuz you can't replace a steel drivin' man'

There was a big crowd of people at the mountain
John Henry said to the steam drill, 'How is you？
Pardon me mister steam drill, I suppose you didn't hear me'
I said, 'How're you？'

Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track
Can you pick and shovel too？
Listen, this hammer swinger's talkin' to you

Two thousand people hollered, 'Go, John Henry'
Then somebody hollered, 'The mountain's caving in'
John Henry told the captain, 'Tell the kind folks don't worry
That ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me
breathin'
A steel driver's muscle I intend'

Captain, tell the people, move back further
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind but yet ain't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills, Lord lordy
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills

Well John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was Polly Ann
Yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home

He laid down to rest his weary back and early next mornin'
He said, 'Come here Polly Ann, come here sugar
Ya know, I believe this is the first time I ever watched
The sun come up that I couldn't come up'

'Take my hammer, Polly Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
And when you're swingin' with the lead man
They'll all know, they'll all know you're John Henry's woman
But, but tell them ain't all you can do'

'Tell 'em I can hoist a jack, and I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too, ain't no machine can
That's been proved to you'

There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid
They slow down and take off their hats, the men do

When they come to the place where John Henry's layin'
Restin' his back, some of 'em say, 'Mornin', steel driver
You sure was a hammer swinger'
Then they go on by, pickin' up a little speed
Clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack

Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man

Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man


41.Give My Love To Rose

Lyricist：John R. Cash
Writer(s)：John R. Cash

i found him by the railroad track this mornin'
i could see that he was nearly dead
i nelt down beside him, and i listened
just to hear the words the dyin' fella said
he said they let me outa prison, out in frisco
for ten long years i paid for what i done
i was tryin to get back to lousiana
to see my rose, and get to know my son

give my love to rose, please wont ya mister？
take her all my money, tell her buy some pretty clothes
tell my boy that daddy's so proud of him
and dont forget to give my love to rose

wont ya tell um, i said thanks for waitin' for me
tell my boy to help his ma at home
tell my rose to try to find another
cause it aint right that she should live alone
mister here's the bag with all my money
it wont last them long, though it goes
god bless you for finding me this morning
now dont forget to give my love to rose

give my love to rose, please wont ya mister？
take her all my money, tell her buy some pretty clothes
tell my boy that daddy's so proud of him
and dont forget to give my love to rose


42.Dirty Old Egg - Sucking Dog

Lyricist：J. Clement
Writer(s)：J. Clement

Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog

Egg-suckin' dog
I'm gonna stomp your head in the ground
If you don't stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound

Now if he don't stop eatin' my eggs up
Though I'm not a real bad guy
I'm gonna get my riffle and send him
To that great chicken house in the sky

Egg-suckin' dog
Your always hangin' around
But you'd better stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound


43.Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart

Lyricist：Jack Clement
Writer(s)：Jack Clement

From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear
In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place
At the table of your love I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

In the garbage disposal of you dreams I've been ground up dear
On the river of your plans I'm up the creek
Up the elevator of your future I've been shafted
On the calendar of your events I'm last week

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart


44.Joe Bean

Lyricist：Bud Freeman;Leon Pober
Writer(s)：Bud FreemanLeon Pober

Last time we were here at Folsom Prison, they were hanging Joe
Bean.
Is Joe still here...Joe Bean？ Hang the son of a bitch anyways,
right？

Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning,
for killing a man in Arkansas. Funny thing about it,
Joe Bean has never been to Arkansas. On top of that,
Joe Bean never heard of the man. In fact,
today is Joe Bean's twentieth birthday.

See through the prison bars, Joe Bean,
see where the gallows stand.
Just twenty short years from the day you were born,
you died by the hangman's hand.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning,
for a shooting that he never did. He killed 20 men,
by the time he was 10, he was an unruly kid.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean for the one shooting that Joe Bean
never did.

Well, Joe - your mother is at the Capitol,
asking the governor for a stay. And it's hard on her,
'cause she knows where you were, on that particular day.
You were working Joe Bean, hard working, robbing the Santa Fe.

Well, the telegraph wires are humming. Here,
the governor's words come through. He said,
'I can't set you free, it's not up to me,
but this much, Joe Bean, I'll do.
I'll join your mother in extending Birthday greetings to you.
Happy Birthday, Joe Bean.


45.Jackson

Lyricist：B. E. Wheeler;G. Rogers
Writer(s)：G. RogersB. E. Wheeler

We got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ...

...ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.

Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of
yourself,
Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!

Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.

See if I care.

When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow.(Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know
how,
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loosen my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.

'Goodbye,' that's all she wrote.

But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a
Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs,
Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan.

Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered
sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.

Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered sprout
...


46.Long - Legged Guitar Pickin' Man

Lyricist：M. Grant
Writer(s)：M. Grant

Well I'm gonna start out walkin'
Just you wait and see
Uh Uh guitar picker
You ain't leavin' without me

Oh you big mouthed woman
You long-legged guitar pickin' man
Well, we can work this out
Uh huh, yes mam, I think we can

Well I stole the Hope diamond
hopin' I could shut your mouth
But how am I gonna wear it
if I got to hide it out

Oh you big mouthed woman
You long-legged guitar pickin' man
But we can work this out
Uh huh, yes mam, I think we can

Well I bought you a first class ticket
For a luxury liner cruise
I got out in that ocean
Looked around and there was you

Oh you big mouthed woman
You long-legged guitar pickin' man
But we can work this out
Uh huh, yes mam, I think we can

I bought you a big long limousine
But I don't want no car
I need my lovin' everything
But you're still what you are

You're just a big mouthed woman
You're a long-legged guitar pickin' man
But we can work this out
Uh huh, yes mam, I think we can


47.I Got Stripes

Lyricist：Johnny R. Cash;Charlie Williams
Writer(s)：Johnny R. CashCharlie Williams

On A Monday I Was Ar-rested(Uh Huh)
On A Tuesday They Locked Me In The Jail(Poor Boy)
On A Wednesday My Trial Was At-tested
On A Thursday They Said Guilty And The Judge's Gavel Fell

I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down

On A Monday I Got My Stripe-ed Britches
On A Tuesday I Got My Ball And Chain
On A Wednesday I'm Workin' Diggin' Ditches
On A Thursday Lord I Begged 'Em Not To Knock Me Down Again

I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down

On A Monday My Momma Come To See Me
On A Tuesday They Caught Me With A File
On A Wednesday I'm Down In Solitary
On A Thursday I Start On Bread And Water For A While

I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me


48.Green, Green Grass Of Home

Lyricist：C. Putman
Writer(s)：C. Putman

The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
Down the road I look, and there comes Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak.
Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree,
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.


49.Greystone Chapel

Lyricist：Glen Sherley
Writer(s)：Glen Sherley

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free.

There's a grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
a house of worship in this den of sin.
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom,
but he saved the soul of many lost men.

Now this grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
stands a hundred years old made of granite rock.
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom,
but the door to the house of God is never locked.

Inside the walls of prison my body may be
but the Lord has set my soul free.

There are men here that don't ever worship.
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray.
But I've got down on my knees in that grey stone chapel,
and I've thanked the Lord for helping me each day.

Now this grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
it has a touch of God's hand on every stone.
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness,
and it's given me the stregth to carry on.

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free.


50.Greystone Chapel

Lyricist：Glen Sherley
Writer(s)：Glen Sherley

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free.

There's a grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
a house of worship in this den of sin.
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom,
but he saved the soul of many lost men.

Now this grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
stands a hundred years old made of granite rock.
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom,
but the door to the house of God is never locked.

Inside the walls of prison my body may be
but the Lord has set my soul free.

There are men here that don't ever worship.
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray.
But I've got down on my knees in that grey stone chapel,
and I've thanked the Lord for helping me each day.

Now this grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
it has a touch of God's hand on every stone.
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness,
and it's given me the stregth to carry on.

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free.


51.Hugh Cherry Introduces Johnny's Father And Closing Announcements


1.I Got A Woman(With June Carter)


2.The Legend Of John Henry's Hammer

Lyricist：June Carter;John R. Cash
Writer(s)：John R. CashJune Carter

John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, ''Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy'
Said, 'Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay a track
Learn to pick and shovel too and take my hammer
It'll do anything you tell it to'

John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, 'I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
That's the pay for a steel driver on this line'

Then the section foreman said, 'Hey, hammer swinger
I see you brought your own hammer boy
But what else can all those muscles do
And he said, 'I can turn a jack, I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too'

Can you swing a hammer boy？
Yes sir, I'll do anything, you hire me to

Now ain't you somethin'
So high and mighty wif your muscles
Just go ahead, boy and pick up that hammer
Pick up the hammer

He said, 'Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do'

With a steep nose hammer on a four foot switch handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross tie and it split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel

Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel

Well John Henry hammered in the mountain
He'd give a grunt, he'd give a groan with every swing
The women folks for miles around heard him and come down
To watch him make the cold steel ring, Lord what a swinger
Just listen to that cold steel ring

But the bad boss come up laughin' at John Henry
Said, 'You full of vinegar now, but you about through
We gonna get a steam drill to do your share of drivin'
Then what's all them muscles gonna do？ Huh, John Henry？
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you'

John Henry said, 'I feed four little brothers
And baby sister's walkin' on her knees
Did the Lord say that machines oughtta take the place of livin'？
And what's a substitute for bread and beans？ I ain't seen it
Do engines get rewarded for their steam？'

John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine boss hollered, 'Get up, whoever you are, and get a pick
axe
Give me enough coal to start another hell and keep it burnin'
Mine me enough to start another hell'

John Henry said to his captain,' A man ain't nothin' but a man
But if you'll bring that steam drill round, I'll beat it fair
and honest
I'll die with my hammer in my hand but I'll be laughin'
'Cuz you can't replace a steel drivin' man'

There was a big crowd of people at the mountain
John Henry said to the steam drill, 'How is you？
Pardon me mister steam drill, I suppose you didn't hear me'
I said, 'How're you？'

Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track
Can you pick and shovel too？
Listen, this hammer swinger's talkin' to you

Two thousand people hollered, 'Go, John Henry'
Then somebody hollered, 'The mountain's caving in'
John Henry told the captain, 'Tell the kind folks don't worry
That ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me
breathin'
A steel driver's muscle I intend'

Captain, tell the people, move back further
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind but yet ain't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills, Lord lordy
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills

Well John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was Polly Ann
Yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home

He laid down to rest his weary back and early next mornin'
He said, 'Come here Polly Ann, come here sugar
Ya know, I believe this is the first time I ever watched
The sun come up that I couldn't come up'

'Take my hammer, Polly Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
And when you're swingin' with the lead man
They'll all know, they'll all know you're John Henry's woman
But, but tell them ain't all you can do'

'Tell 'em I can hoist a jack, and I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too, ain't no machine can
That's been proved to you'

There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid
They slow down and take off their hats, the men do

When they come to the place where John Henry's layin'
Restin' his back, some of 'em say, 'Mornin', steel driver
You sure was a hammer swinger'
Then they go on by, pickin' up a little speed
Clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack

Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man

Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man


3.June's Poem


4.Green, Green Grass Of Home

Lyricist：C. Putman
Writer(s)：C. Putman

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
Down the road I look and there comes Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.

The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.

Yes they'll all come to see me
Arms reaching smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me
At the four gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I'll touch the green green grass of home.

Yes they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home.


5.Greystone Chapel

Lyricist：G. SHIRLEY
Writer(s)：G. SHIRLEY

(Glen Sherley)
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my
soul free
There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom a house of worship in
this den of sin
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom
But he saved the souls of many lost men
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom
But the door to the House of God is never locked
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my
soul free
There are men here that don't ever worship
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray
But I've got down on my knees in that greystone chapel
And I thank the Lord for helpin' me each day
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
It has a touch of God's hand on ever stone
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness and it's givin' me
the strenght to carry on
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my
soul free


6.Closing Theme And Announcements


7.The Old Spinning Wheel


8.Opening Announcements From Hugh Cherry


9.Matchbox


10.Blue Suede Shoes


11.You Can't Have Your Kate And Edith, Too


12.Flowers On The Wall

Lyricist：L. DeWitt
Writer(s)：L. DeWitt

I keep hearin' your concern about my happiness
All that thought you've given me is conscience I guess
If I were walkin' in your shoes I wouldn't worry none
While you and your friends are worryin' 'bout me
I'm havin' lots of fun

Countin' flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of fifty one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do

Last night I dressed in tails pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down
So please don't give a thought to me I'm really doin' fine
You can always find me here and havin' quite a time

Countin' flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of fifty one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do

It's good to see you I must go I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete

Countin' flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of fifty one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Don't tell me I've nothin' to do


13.How Great Thou Art

Lyricist：S. K. Hine
Writer(s)：S. K. Hine

O lord my god
When i in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds
Your hands have made

I see the stars
I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout
The universe displayed

Then sings my soul
My savior god to thee
How great thou art
Ooh how great thou art

Then sings my soul
My savior god to thee
How great thou art
How great thou art

When christ shall come
With shouts of acclamation
And take me home
What joy will fill my heart

Then i will bow
In humble adoration
And there proclaim
My god how great thou art

Then sings my soul
My savior god to thee
How great thou art
How great thou art

Then sings my soul
My savior god to thee
How great thou art
How great thou art


14.Announcements And Johnny Cash Intro From Hugh Cherry


15.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 Antone..
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 freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther 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.....


16.Busted

Lyricist：Harlan Howard
Writer(s)：Harlan Howard

My bills are all due and the babies need shoes but I'm busted
Cotton is down to a quater a pound and I'm busted
I've got a cow that went dry and a hen that won't lay
A big stack of bills that get bigger each day EE
The County will 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 thinking of calling 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's gotta pack up and go
Where I'll make a livin' the Lord only knows but I'm busted!


17.Dark As A Dungeon

Lyricist：M. Travis
Writer(s)：M. Travis

Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine
It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal
Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew danger is double
pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine

Well it's many a man that I've seen in my day
(uh huh no laughin' during this song please it's bein' recorded)
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard with his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
And pray when I'm dead and my ages shall roll
That my body would blacken and turn into coal
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the
miner digging my bones
Where it's dark as a dungeon...


18.Cocaine Blues

Lyricist：T.J. Arnall
Writer(s)：T.J. Arnall

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down

Said yes oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail

Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court

Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy have a mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad ＊＊＊＊ down

Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be


19.25 Minutes To Go

Lyricist：S. Silverstein
Writer(s)：S. Silverstein

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25
minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24
minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23
minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21
minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more
minutes to go
Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes
to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to
go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes
to go
And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more
minutes to go
Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more
minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more
minutes to go
Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more
minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more
minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes
to go
And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't wanna die 2 more
minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go
And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!


20.Orange Blossom Special

Lyricist：E. T. Rouse
Writer(s)：E. T. Rouse

Look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
Hey look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
It's the Orange Blossom Special
Bringin' my baby back

Well I'm going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy
And get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special
And lose these New York blues

'Say man when you going back to Florida？'
'When am I goin' back to Florida？ I don't know don't reckon I
ever will.'
'Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York？'
'Well I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die.'

Hey talk about a-ramblin'
She's the fastest train on the line
Talk about a-travellin'
She's the fastest train on the line
It's that Orange Blossom Special
Rollin' down the seaboard line


21.The Legend Of John Henry's Hammer

Lyricist：J.R. Cash;J. Carter
Writer(s)：J.R. CashJ. Carter

John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, ''Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy'
Said, 'Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay a track
Learn to pick and shovel too and take my hammer
It'll do anything you tell it to'

John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, 'I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
That's the pay for a steel driver on this line'

Then the section foreman said, 'Hey, hammer swinger
I see you brought your own hammer boy
But what else can all those muscles do
And he said, 'I can turn a jack, I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too'

Can you swing a hammer boy？
Yes sir, I'll do anything, you hire me to

Now ain't you somethin'
So high and mighty wif your muscles
Just go ahead, boy and pick up that hammer
Pick up the hammer

He said, 'Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do'

With a steep nose hammer on a four foot switch handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross tie and it split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel

Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel

Well John Henry hammered in the mountain
He'd give a grunt, he'd give a groan with every swing
The women folks for miles around heard him and come down
To watch him make the cold steel ring, Lord what a swinger
Just listen to that cold steel ring

But the bad boss come up laughin' at John Henry
Said, 'You full of vinegar now, but you about through
We gonna get a steam drill to do your share of drivin'
Then what's all them muscles gonna do？ Huh, John Henry？
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you'

John Henry said, 'I feed four little brothers
And baby sister's walkin' on her knees
Did the Lord say that machines oughtta take the place of livin'？
And what's a substitute for bread and beans？ I ain't seen it
Do engines get rewarded for their steam？'

John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine boss hollered, 'Get up, whoever you are, and get a pick
axe
Give me enough coal to start another hell and keep it burnin'
Mine me enough to start another hell'

John Henry said to his captain,' A man ain't nothin' but a man
But if you'll bring that steam drill round, I'll beat it fair
and honest
I'll die with my hammer in my hand but I'll be laughin'
'Cuz you can't replace a steel drivin' man'

There was a big crowd of people at the mountain
John Henry said to the steam drill, 'How is you？
Pardon me mister steam drill, I suppose you didn't hear me'
I said, 'How're you？'

Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track
Can you pick and shovel too？
Listen, this hammer swinger's talkin' to you

Two thousand people hollered, 'Go, John Henry'
Then somebody hollered, 'The mountain's caving in'
John Henry told the captain, 'Tell the kind folks don't worry
That ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me
breathin'
A steel driver's muscle I intend'

Captain, tell the people, move back further
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind but yet ain't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills, Lord lordy
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills

Well John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was Polly Ann
Yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home

He laid down to rest his weary back and early next mornin'
He said, 'Come here Polly Ann, come here sugar
Ya know, I believe this is the first time I ever watched
The sun come up that I couldn't come up'

'Take my hammer, Polly Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
And when you're swingin' with the lead man
They'll all know, they'll all know you're John Henry's woman
But, but tell them ain't all you can do'

'Tell 'em I can hoist a jack, and I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too, ain't no machine can
That's been proved to you'

There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid
They slow down and take off their hats, the men do

When they come to the place where John Henry's layin'
Restin' his back, some of 'em say, 'Mornin', steel driver
You sure was a hammer swinger'
Then they go on by, pickin' up a little speed
Clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack

Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man

Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man


22.Give My Love To Rose

Lyricist：John R. Cash
Writer(s)：John R. Cash

I found him by the railroad track this morning
I could see that he was nearly dead
I knelt down beside him and I listened
Just to hear the words the dying fellow said

He said they let me out of prison down in Frisco
For ten long years I've paid for what I've done
I was trying to get back to Louisiana
To see my Rose and get to know my son

Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money tell her to buy some pretty clothes
Tell my boy his daddy's so proud of him
And don't forget to give my love to Rose

Tell them I said thanks for waiting for me
Tell my boy to help his mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
For it ain't right that she should live alone

Mister here's a bag with all my money
It won't last them long the way it goes
God bless you for finding me this morning
And don't forget to give my love to Rose

Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money tell her to buy some pretty clothes
Tell my boy his daddy's so proud of him
And don't forget to give my love to Rose


23.Dirty Old Egg - Sucking Dog

Lyricist：J. Clement
Writer(s)：J. Clement

Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog

Egg-suckin' dog
I'm gonna stomp your head in the ground
If you don't stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound

Now if he don't stop eatin' my eggs up
Though I'm not a real bad guy
I'm gonna get my riffle and send him
To that great chicken house in the sky

Egg-suckin' dog
Your always hangin' around
But you'd better stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound


24.Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart


25.Joe Bean

Lyricist：Bud Freeman;Leon Pober
Writer(s)：Bud FreemanLeon Pober

Last time we were here at Folsom Prison,
they were hanging Joe Bean.
Is Joe still here...Joe Bean？Hang the son of a bitch anyways,
right？

Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning,
for killing a man in Arkansas.
Funny thing about it, Joe Bean has never been to Arkansas.On
top of that, Joe Bean never heard of the man.
In fact, today is Joe Bean's twentieth birthday.

See through the prison bars,
Joe Bean, see where the gallows stand.
Just twenty short years from the day you were born,
you died by the hangman's hand.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning,
for a shooting that he never did.
He killed 20 men, by the time he was 10, he was an unruly kid.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean for the one shooting that Joe Bean
never did.

Well, Joe - your mother is at the Capitol,
asking the governor for a stay.
And it's hard on her, 'cause she knows where you were,
on that particular day.You were working Joe Bean,
hard working, robbing the Santa Fe.

Well, the telegraph wires are humming.
Here, the governor's words come through.
He said, 'I can't set you free,
it's not up to me, but there's much,
Joe Bean, I'll do.I'll join your mother in extending
Birthday greetings to you.Happy Birthday, Joe Bean.'


26.Jackson

Lyricist：B. E. Wheeler;G. Rogers
Writer(s)：G. RogersB. E. Wheeler

We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson I'm gonna mess around
Yeah I'm goin' to Jackson
Look out Jackson town.

Well go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man make a big fool of
yourself
You're goin' to Jackson; go comb your hair!
Honey I'm gonna snowball Jackson.
See if I care.

When I breeze into that city people gonna stoop and bow.(Hah!)
All them women gonna make me teach 'em what they don't know how
I'm goin' to Jackson you turn-a loose-a my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.
'Goodbye' that's all she wrote.

But they'll laugh at you in Jackson and I'll be dancin' on a
Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound
With your tail tucked between your legs
You're goin' to Jackson you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson behind my Jaypan Fan

Well now we got married in a fever hotter than a pepper Sprout
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson and that's a fact.
Yeah we're goin' to Jackson ain't never comin' back.

Well we got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout'
And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went...


27.Long - Legged Guitar Pickin' Man

Lyricist：M. Grant
Writer(s)：M. Grant

Johnny：Well, I'm gonna start out walkin' ／ just you wait and see
June：Uh-uh guitar picker ／ you ain't leavin' without me
Johnny：Oh, you big mouthed woman
June： You long-legged guitar pickin' man
Both： Well, we can work this out
Johnny： Uh-huh, yes ma'am, I think we can

Johnny： Well I stole the Hope diamond ／ hopin' I could shut your
mouth
June： But how am I gonna wear it ／ if I got to hide it out
Johnny： Oh, you big mouthed woman
June： You long-legged guitar pickin' man
Both： Well, we can work this out
Johnny： Uh-huh, yes ma'am, I think we can

(Instrumental chorus-guitar solo; spoken banter)

Johnny： Well I bought you a first class ticket ／ for a luxury
liner cruise
June： I got out in that ocean ／ looked around and there was you
Johnny： Oh, you big mouthed woman
June： You long-legged guitar pickin' man
Both： Well, we can work this out
Johnny： Uh-huh, yes ma'am, I think we can

Johnny： I bought you a big long limousine
June： But I don't want no car ／ I need my lovin' every day
Johnny： But you're still what you are

Johnny： You're just a big mouthed woman
June： You're a long-legged guitar pickin' man
Both： Well, we can work this out, uh-huh
Johnny： Yes ma'am, I think we can


28.I Got Stripes

Lyricist：Johnny R. Cash;Charlie Williams
Writer(s)：Johnny R. CashCharlie Williams

On A Monday I Was Ar-rested(Uh Huh)
On A Tuesday They Locked Me In The Jail(Oh Boy)
On A Wednesday My Trial Was At-tested
On A Thursday They Said Guilty And The Judge's Gavel Fell

I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down

On A Monday My Momma Come To See Me
On A Tuesday They Caught Me With A File
On A Wednesday I'm Down In Solitary
On A Thursday I Start On Bread And Water For A While

I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down

I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me


29.Green, Green Grass Of Home

Lyricist：C. Putman
Writer(s)：C. Putman

The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
Down the road I look, and there comes Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak.
Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree,
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.


30.Greystone Chapel

Lyricist：Glen Sherley
Writer(s)：Glen Sherley

Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my
soul free
There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom a house of
worship in this den of sin
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom
But he saved the souls of many lost men
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom
But the door to the House of God is never locked
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my
soul free

There are men here that don't ever worship
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray
But I've got down on my knees in that greystone chapel
And I thank the Lord for helpin' me each day
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
It has a touch of God's hand on ever stone
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness and it's
givin' me the strenght to carry on
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my
soul free


31.Greystone Chapel

Lyricist：Glen Sherley
Writer(s)：Glen Sherley

Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my
soul free
There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom a house of worship in
this den of sin
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom
But he saved the souls of many lost men
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom
But the door to the House of God is never locked
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my
soul free

There are men here that don't ever worship
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray
But I've got down on my knees in that greystone chapel
And I thank the Lord for helpin' me each day
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
It has a touch of God's hand on ever stone
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness and it's givin' me
the strenght to carry on
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my
soul free


32.Hugh Cherry Introduces Johnny's Father And Closing Announcements


33.Marty Stuart, Rosanne Cash ＆ Merle Haggard Discuss Johnny Cash ＆
Folsom Prison


34.Opening Announcements From Hugh Cherry


35.Blue Suede Shoes


36.This Ole House


37.Announcements And Johnny Cash Intro From Hugh Cherry


38.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.....


39.Busted

Lyricist：Harlan Howard
Writer(s)：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


40.Dark As A Dungeon

Lyricist：M. Travis
Writer(s)：M. Travis

Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine
It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal
Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew danger is double
pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine
Well it's many a man that I've seen in my day
(uh huh no laughin' during this song please it's bein' recorded)
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard with his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
And pray when I'm dead and my ages shall roll
That my body would blacken and turn into coal
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the
miner digging my bones
Where it's dark as a dungeon...


41.I Still Miss Someone

Lyricist：John R. Cash;Roy Cash Jr.
Writer(s)：Roy 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.


42.Cocaine Blues

Lyricist：T.J. Arnall
Writer(s)：T.J. Arnall

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down

Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail

Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty hack into that district court

Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down

Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be


43.25 Minutes To Go

Lyricist：S. Silverstein
Writer(s)：S. Silverstein

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25
minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24
minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23
minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21
minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more
minutes to go

Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes
to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to
go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes
to go
And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more
minutes to go
Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more
minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more
minutes to go

Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more
minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more
minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes
to go
And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't wanna die 2 more
minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go
And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!


44.I'm Here To Get My Baby Out Of Jail


45.Orange Blossom Special

Lyricist：E. T. Rouse
Writer(s)：E. T. Rouse

Look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
Hey, look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
It's the Orange Blossom Special
Bringin' my baby back

Well, I'm going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy
And get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special
And lose these New York blues

'Say man, when you going back to Florida？'
'When am I goin' back to Florida？ I don't know, don't reckon I
ever will.'
'Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York？'
'Well, I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die.'

Hey talk about a-ramblin'
She's the fastest train on the line
Talk about a-travellin'
She's the fastest train on the line
It's that Orange Blossom Special
Rollin' down the seaboard line


46.The Long Black Veil

Lyricist：Marijohn Wilkin;Danny Dill
Writer(s)：Marijohn WilkinDanny Dill

Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me

The judge said son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word, thou it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife

She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me

Oh, the scaffold is high and eternity's near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But late at night, when the north wind blows
In a long black veil, she cries ov're my bones


47.Send A Picture Of Mother

Lyricist：Johnny Cash
Writer(s)：Johnny Cash

After seven years behind these bars together
I'll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go
If only I had not tried to escape
They'd barred me with you I know, yes I know

Won't you tell the folks back home I'll soon be coming？
And don't let them know I never will be free, be free
Sometimes write and tell me how they're doing
And send a picture of mother back to me

Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand
And send a picture of mother if you can

I'm happy for you that you got your freedom
But stay with me just another minute or so, or so
After all this sweating blood together
Who'll be my fighting partner when you go, when you go

The hardest time will be on Sunday morning
Church bells will ring on Heaven Hill, Heaven Hill
Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me
And send a picture of mother if you will

Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand
And send a picture of mother if you can


48.The Wall

Lyricist：H. Howard
Writer(s)：H. Howard

There's a lot of strange men in cell block ten
But the strangest of them all
Was a friend of mine who spent his time staring at the wall
Staring at the wall

As he stared at that wall so strong and tall
You could hear him softly curse nobody at all
Ever climbed that wall but I'm gonna be the first
Yeah I'm gonna be the first

The warden walked by and said son don't try
I'd hate to see you fall
For there is no doubt they'll carry you out
If you ever touch that wall
If you ever touch that wall

Well a years gone by since he made his try
But I can still recall
How hard he tried and the way he died
But he never made that wall
He never made that wall

There's never been a man ever shook this can
But I know a man who tried
The newspapers called it a jail break plan
But I know it was suicide
I know it was suicide


49.Dirty Old Egg - Sucking Dog

Lyricist：J. Clement
Writer(s)：J. Clement

Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog

Egg-suckin' dog
I'm gonna stomp your head in the ground
If you don't stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound

Now if he don't stop eatin' my eggs up
Though I'm not a real bad guy
I'm gonna get my riffle and send him
To that great chicken house in the sky

Egg-suckin' dog
Your always hangin' around
But you'd better stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound


50.Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart


51.Joe Bean

Lyricist：Bud Freeman;Leon Pober
Writer(s)：Bud FreemanLeon Pober

Last time we were here at Folsom Prison,
they were hanging Joe Bean.
Is Joe still here...Joe Bean？Hang the son of a bitch anyways,
right？

Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning,
for killing a man in Arkansas.
Funny thing about it, Joe Bean has never been to Arkansas.On
top of that, Joe Bean never heard of the man.
In fact, today is Joe Bean's twentieth birthday.

See through the prison bars,
Joe Bean, see where the gallows stand.
Just twenty short years from the day you were born,
you died by the hangman's hand.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning,
for a shooting that he never did.
He killed 20 men, by the time he was 10, he was an unruly kid.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean for the one shooting that Joe Bean
never did.

Well, Joe - your mother is at the Capitol,
asking the governor for a stay.
And it's hard on her, 'cause she knows where you were,
on that particular day.You were working Joe Bean,
hard working, robbing the Santa Fe.

Well, the telegraph wires are humming.
Here, the governor's words come through.
He said, 'I can't set you free,
it's not up to me, but there's much,
Joe Bean, I'll do.I'll join your mother in extending
Birthday greetings to you.Happy Birthday, Joe Bean.'


52.Jackson

Lyricist：G. Rodgers;B. WHEELER
Writer(s)：B. WHEELERG. Rodgers

We got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ...

...ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.

Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of
yourself,
Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!

Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.

See if I care.

When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow.(Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know
how,
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loosen my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.

'Goodbye,' that's all she wrote.

But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a
Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs,
Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan.

Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered
sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.

Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a peppered sprout
...