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By Johnny Cash, To love you so and still not have you will
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By Johnny Cash, Well, the readin' and the writin' arithmetic
Never did get through
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By Johnny Cash, In New York city just walking the street
Ran out of
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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, Many years ago in days of childhood I used to
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By Johnny Cash, T for Texas, T for Tennessee
T for Texas, T for
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By Johnny Cash, Well, I've been from Boston to L.A.
Seen Boulder Dam and
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By Johnny Cash, On your knees you are taller than trees
You can look
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By Johnny Cash, Back about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I
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By Johnny Cash, You're tellin' everyone in town that I don't treat you
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By Johnny Cash, Up in the mornin', out on a job
Work like the
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By Johnny Cash, When you left I shed a million teardrops over you
But
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By Johnny Cash, Well now I heard that you been thinking bout me
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By Johnny Cash, There was a showdown at high noon reputations on the
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By Johnny Cash, In a southern town where I was born
That's where I
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By Johnny Cash, Ira Hayes
Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not
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By Johnny Cash, Wish I had a known ya
When you were a little
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By Johnny Cash, I think sir the battle is over
And the young soldier
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By Johnny Cash, I live in the cemetery
'Old Caretaker' they call me
In the
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By Johnny Cash, Refrain:
They wouldn't bend
They held on to the will of God
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By Johnny Cash, I left the field one evening, my fingers so cold
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By Johnny Cash, I'm a charger that charges through the night
Like an orange
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By Johnny Cash, What a beautiful thought I am thinking
Concerning the great speckled
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By Johnny Cash, When I was a curly headed baby
My daddy sat me
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By Johnny Cash, I'm the last of the babies of the World War
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By Johnny Cash, You gave me a blanket to keep me from the
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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, Will we get cold and hungry
Will times be very bad?
When
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By Johnny Cash, There was an old stone cutter
Who lived in a cabin
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By Johnny Cash, The crowd is waiting for the bullfight, Matador
My final fight
