CASH, Johnny


I Walk the Line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine, I walk the line

You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line


San Quentin

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me

You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three

I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die

And long ago I stopped askin' why

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.

You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru.

And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;

Mister Congressman why can't you understand.

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?

Do you think I'll be different when you're through?

You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul,

And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.

May your walls fall and may I live to tell.

May all the world forget you ever stood.

And may all the world regret you did no good.

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.

Folsom Prison Blues

I hear that train a-coming, it's coming round the bend

I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on

And that train keeps on rolling down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my mamma told me; "Son

Always be a good boy, don't fool around 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 fancy dining cars

I bet they're drinking coffee and smoking big cigars

I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, I know I can't be free

But those people keep a-moving, and that's what tortures me

Well if they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine

You bet I moved it on down, a little further down the line

Far from Folsom Prison that's where I wanna stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away