Johnny Cash

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"Jesus Was A Carpenter"

"Jesus Was A Carpenter"


Jesus was a carpenter and he worked with a sow and a hammer
And his hands could form a table true enough to stand forever
And he might have spun his life out in the coolness of the mornings
But he put aside his tools and he walked the burning highways
To build a house from folks like you and me

And he found them as they wandered through the wild Judean mountains
And he found them as they pulled their nets upon the Sea of Galilee
And for a thousand evenings while the day behind him emptied
He walked among the poor and he stopped to touch the dying
And he built his house from people just like these

It was on a shining Sunday when he rode to old Jerusalem
And the palms they cast before him were the crimes they laid against him
It was on a stormy Friday when he climbed the streets of Calvary
And where he died today why they're sellin' beads and postcards
And they tell us too that that was long ago

But would he stand today upon the sands of California
Or walk the sweating blacktop in New York and Mississippi
Where the mighty churches rise above the screaming cities
Would he be a guest on Sunday a vagrant on a Monday
With the doors locked tight against his kind you know

Come again now Jesus be a carpenter among us
There are chapels in our discontent cathedrals in our sorrows
And we dwell in golden mansions with the sand for our foundations
And the raging water's rising and the thunder's all around us
Won't you come and build a house on rock again

Jesus was a carpenter...

 

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"Jesus Was Our Saviour And Cotton Was Our King"

"Jesus Was Our Saviour And Cotton Was Our King"


Wagon wheels are turning with cobble colored sound
When me and little Tommy rode the first load in the town
The cotton gin was ginning out the pennies for the pounds
Like a giant vacuum cleaner sucking let up off the ground

Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough
With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff
If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean
When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

This kind of life we're living beats all I've ever seen
Seems some of us was born for picking things and eaten beans
Still I reckon girl or diggin' fairly well in our means
Cause Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough
With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff
If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean
When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough
With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff
If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean
When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

 

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"Jingle Bells"
(originally by James Lord Pierpont)

"Jingle Bells"
(originally by James Lord Pierpont)



Jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse sleigh hey

Jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh

Dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go laughing all the way(ha ha ha)
Bells on bobtail ring making sprits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight

Oh Jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh Hey!

Jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh

You know I hate the cold
That's why I always go
Down south to drink some rum
On a island in the sun
There's nothing like St. Barts
With the palm trees swaying slow
Or being there on Jost Van Dyke
When the New Year comes and goes

Oh jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh hey

Jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh

 

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"Joe Bean"

"Joe Bean"


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."

 

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"John's"

"John's"


Most of the favorite mem'ries of my boyhood days in Arkansas
Are scattered around an ole wood stove at a place we call John's

It was just an ole tarpaper shack
With a pump out front and some junk out back
But inside there was always a hot cup of coffee
And a warm place around the fire for anyone
John pumped gas for a livin' and he fixed tires on the side
And I guess ole John could fix most anything
If you didn't push it he'd try
And he gave me my first charge account for some gas
And financed my first date
Even fixed my ole radio just in case I got lucky
And wanted to park down by the lake

And among the carburetors and the re-built generators
I spent the whole night pickin' on an ol' flattop guitar
John would play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little
No there ain't no place to get filled up the way you could at John's

John taught me a whole lot about country music cause he loved it
We'd sit up and listen to the Grand Ole Opry ever Saturday night
Nobody would ever say a word not even durin' Martha White
And I was awful young back then but still I knew just why
That John closed the shop the whole day
When we heard that Hank had died

There was somethin' else special about ole John
He had a way of makin' us kids feel important
simply by givin' us a good clean place to hang out
Well I can still hear him sayin' pumpin' gas is a fever boys
It'll get in your blood and it'll make your face break out in a grin
Just to check ole lady Hanson's oil or to help a stranded friend

And among the carburetors and the re-built generators...
And among the carburetors and the re-built generators...

 

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"Johnny 99"
(originally by Bruce Springsteen)

"Johnny 99"
(originally by Bruce Springsteen)



Well, they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late last month
Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none
He came home too drunk from mixin' Tanqueray and wine
He got a gun, shot a night clerk, now they call him Johnny 99

Down at the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop
Johnny's wavin' his gun around and a-threatin' to blow his top
When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind
In front of the club Tip Top, they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99

Well, the city suplied the public defender, but the judge was mean John Brown
He came into the courtroom and he stared poor Johnny down
Well, the evidence is clear, gonna let the sentence fit the crime
Ninety-eight and a year will make it even, Johnny 99

A fist fight broke out in the courtroom, they had to drag Johnny's girl away
His mama stood up and shouted, judge don't take my boy this way
Well son you got any statements you'd like to make
Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away

Yes, judge I got debts no honest man could pay
The bank was holdin' my mortgage, they was takin' my house away
Now, I ain't sayin' that makes me an innocent man
But it was more than all this that put that gun in my hand

And, your honor, I do believe I'd be better off dead
If you can take a man's life for the thoughts that are in his head
Then won't you sit back in that chair and think it over one more time
And let them shave off my hair and burn Johnny 99

 

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"Johnny Reb"

"Johnny Reb"


You fought all the way Johnny Reb Johnny Reb
You fought all the way Johnny Reb

Saw you a marchin' with Robert E Lee
You held your head high tryin' to win the victory
You fought for your folks but you didn't die in vain
Even though you lost they speak highly of your name
Cause you fought all the way Johnny Reb Johnny Reb
You fought all the way Johnny Reb

I heard your teeth chatter from the cold outside
Saw the bullets open up the wounds in your side
I saw the young boys as they began to fall
You had tears in your eyes cause you couldn't help at all
But you fought all the way Johnny Reb Johnny Reb
You fought all the way Johnny Reb

I saw General Lee raise a sabre in his hand
Heard the cannons roar as you made your last stand
You marched into battle with the Grey and the Red
When the cannon smoke cleared it took days to count the dead
Cause you fought all the way Johnny Reb Johnny Reb
You fought all the way Johnny Reb

When Honest Abe heard the news about your fall
The folks thought he'd call a great victory ball
But he asked the band to play the song Dixie
For you Johnny Reb and all that you believed
Cause you fought all the way Johnny Reb Johnny Reb
You fought all the way Johnny Reb
(Yeah) You fought all the way Johnny Reb Johnny Reb
You fought all the way Johnny Reb
You foughtall the way Johnny Reb Johnny Reb
(Yeah) You fought all the way Johnny Reb

 

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"Joshua Gone Barbados"

"Joshua Gone Barbados"


Cane standin' in the field gettin' old and red
Lot of misery in Georgetown three men' layin' dead
Joshua head of the government he said strike for better pay
Cane cutters are strikin' but Joshua gone away
Joshua gone Barbados stayin' in a big hotel
People on St Vincent got many sad tales to tell

The sugar mill owner told the strikers I don't need you to cut my cane
Bring me another bunch of fellas your strike be all in vain
Get a bunch of tough fellas bring 'em from Zion Hill
Bring 'em in a bus to Georgetown know somebody could kill

Sunny Child the overseer I swear he's an ignorant man
Walkin' through the canefields pistol in his hand
Joshua gone Barbados just like he don't know
People on the island got no place to go

Police givin' protection new fellas cuttin' the cane
Strikers can't do nothin' strike be all in vain
Sunny Child cussed the strikers wave his pistol round
They're beatin' Sunny with the cutless beat him to the ground

There's a lot of misery in Georgetown you can hear all the women bawl
Joshua gone Barbados he don't care at all
Cane standin' in the fields gettin' old and red
Sunny Child in the hospital pistol on his bed

I wish I could go to England Trinidad or Curacao
People on the island got no place to go
Joshua gone Barbados stayin' in a big hotel
People on St Vincent got many sad tales to tell

 

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"Joy To The World"

"Joy To The World"


Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing.

Joy to the world, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.

 

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"Just About Time"

"Just About Time"


(Just about time I'm feelin' blue tryin' to get over you)
Maybe it's just about time I told you I'm all through with you
But just about the time I start to tell you I start feeling blue
And just about then I lose my nerve and wait another day or two
Cause just about the time I think it's over I start missing you
(Hardest thing I'll ever do tryin' to get over you)
It's just about time I had my sayin' I told you a thing or two
It's just about time I paid you back you treat me like you do
But just about the time I get the nerve I can't seem to carry through
Cause just about then an mpty feelin' reminds me I miss you
(Like to find somebody new I could just get you)

(Just don't know what I go through tryin' to get over you)
It's just about time I let you know I've had my fill of you
But just about the time I think about goin' I start missin' you
I'd like to go find another love that'll never be untrue
But just about the time I think about leavin' I start missin' you
(Havin' a hard time feelin' blue tryin' to get over you)