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- Hey Ladi - 11-25-2002
This stuff is pretty good :thumbs-up: :banana:
Johhny Cash
Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!
He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died
- LyricalGomez - 11-25-2002
Johnny Cash is a pimp
- The Jays - 11-25-2002
But I have to admit, my all-time favorite book is Johnny Cash's autobiography, "Cash" by Johnny Cash...
- Maynard - 11-25-2002
Quote:But I have to admit, my all-time favorite book is Johnny Cash's autobiography, "Cash" by Johnny Cash...OK Mr. Cusak. :thumbs-up:
- Hey Ladi - 11-25-2002
Rock Island Line - Johnny Cash
(moderately strum an E chord in 4/4 time all throughout the narrative)
Now this here's the story about the Rock Island Line.
Well, the Rock Island Line, she runs down into New Orleans.
There's a big tollgate down there, and, ya know, if you got certain things
on board when you go through the tollgate, well, you don't have to pay the
man no toll. Well the train driver, he pulled up to the tollgate and the
man hollered and asked him what all he had on board and he said,
"I got livestock, I got livestock,
I got cows I got pigs I got sheep I got goats
I got all livestock"
They said, "You all right boy, you can go through the tollgate,
you don't have to pay no toll." so the train driver, he went on through
the tollgate, and as he went through he started pickin' up a little speed
(increase tempo), pickin' up a little bit of steam (increase more, to a
very fast rate); he got through the tollgate, and turned and looked back at
the man and said,
E
"well I fooled you, I fooled you,
I got pig iron, I got pig iron,
I got all pig iron"
E
chorus: Well, the Rock Island Line, she's a mighty good road
B7
Rock Island Line its the road to ride
E
Rock Island LIne she's a mighty good road
well if you ride it gotta ride it like you find it
B7 E
get your ticket at the station for the Rock Island Line
E
oh, cloudy in the west and it looks like rain
B7
'round the curve comes a passenger train
northbound train on a southbound track
N.C.
he's allright-a leavin' but he won't be back
(chorus)
E B7 E
whoa I may be right and I may be wrong but you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
well the engineer said before he died
there were two more drinks that he'd like to try
conductor said, "What could they be?"
"A hot cup of coffee and a cold class of tea."
- FNMoron - 11-26-2002
<div align="center">Kneeling Drunkard's Plea
Lord have mercy on me
Was the kneeling drunkard's plea
And as he knelt there on the ground
I know that God in heaven looked down
I went down by an old country church
I saw the drunkard stagger and lurch
And as he reached his mother's grave
I saw that drunkard kneel and pray
Lord have mercy on me
Was the kneeling drunkard's plea
And as he knelt there on the ground
I know that God in heaven looked down
Bring my darling boy to me
Was his mother's dying plea
And as he staggered through the gate
Alas he came just one day too late
Three years have passed since she went away
Her son is sleeping beside her today
And I know that in heaven his mother he'll see
For God has heard that drunkard's plea
Lord have mercy on me
Was the kneeling drunkard's plea
And as he knelt there on the ground
I know that God in heaven looked down
</div>
- floydian slip - 01-15-2003
when I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry
- Luna - 01-19-2003
Johnny cash and his wife sang this song at the 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration and did a wonderful job:
It Ain't Me, Babe
Go 'way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.
Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an' more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.
Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.
- LyricalGomez - 01-19-2003
Hurt Video
Everyone should watch this video, even at what is he now, 70, Cash is still a fucking pimp
- Luna - 01-19-2003
Cash is great! I grew up to his music, my dad used to listen to him. :thumbs-up:
- Keyser Soze - 01-20-2003
You'd be hard pressed to find anyone who doesn't think Johnny Cash is a stone cold pimp.
- The Sleeper - 01-20-2003
pretty good song.
- Smashed Cactus - 01-23-2003
a classic...
A BOY NAMED SUE
My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me ``Sue.'lonesome'
Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named ``Sue.''
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made me a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man that give me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me ``Sue.''
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: ``My name is `Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!!''
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down but, to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: ``Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's that name that helped to make you strong.''
He said: ``Now you just fought one Hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you `Sue.'''
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I come away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
- Ken'sPen - 01-23-2003
ring of fire,
nuff said.
- Smashed Cactus - 01-24-2003
and it burns burns burns
:burnfucker: