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By Johnny Cash, An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy
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By Johnny Cash, CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey
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By Johnny Cash, My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't
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By Johnny Cash, I remember when I was a lad
Times were hard and
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By Johnny Cash, A young cowboy named Billy Joe
Grew restless on the farm
A
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By Johnny Cash, Beside a Singin' Mountain Stream
Where the Willow grew
Where the Silver
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By Johnny Cash, I hear the train a-comin'
It's rollin' around the bend
And I
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By Johnny Cash, At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind
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By Johnny Cash, You've cut out your dancing
And you never see a show
Friends
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By Johnny Cash, He's in the jailhouse now
He's in the jailhouse now
I told
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By Johnny Cash, John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, "'Fore
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By Johnny Cash, Well, you wonder why I always dress in black
Why you
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By Johnny Cash, Well, I left Kentucky back in '49
An' went to Detroit
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By Johnny Cash, Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound
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By Johnny Cash, Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold
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By Johnny Cash, Don't call my name out your window, I'm leavin'
I won't
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By Johnny Cash, I know that hearts were lovin'
Long before I was here
And
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By Johnny Cash, I got a crib full of corn and a turnin'
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By Johnny Cash, Field of diamonds in the sky
Worlds are whirling right on
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By Johnny Cash, Well, you're my friend and can you see?
Many times we've
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By Johnny Cash, Well, I won't back down, no I won't back down
You
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By Johnny Cash, Hold on, honey, I'd like to say
I'm bustin' out and
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By Johnny Cash, It was on one cold winter night
When the wind blew
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By Johnny Cash, When life seems full of clouds and rain
And I'm full
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By Johnny Cash, Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it
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By Johnny Cash, We are not in a position to display these lyrics
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By Johnny Cash, Up in the mornin', out on the job
Work like the
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By Johnny Cash, It began when they come took me from my home
And
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By Johnny Cash, I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world
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By Johnny Cash, Would you lay with me in a field of stone?
If
