TFT: Johnny Cash

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Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

Link: [On YouTube]

Folsom Prison Blues

Johnny Cash

I hear the train a-comin’

It’s rollin’ ‘round the bend

And I ain’t seen the sunshine

Since I don’t know when

I’m stuck in Folsom Prison

And time keeps draggin’ on

But that train keeps a-rollin’

On down to San An-Tone

When I was just a baby

My mama told me son

Always be a good boy

Don’t ever play with guns

But I shot a man in Reno

Just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowin’

I hang my head and cry

I bet there’s rich folks eatin’

In a fancy dinin’ car

They’re probably drinkin’ coffee

And smokin’ big cigars

Well I know I had it comin’

I know I can’t be free

But those people keep a-movin’

And that’s what tortures me

Well if they freed me from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

I bet I’d move it all

A little farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison

That’s where I want to stay

And I’d let that lonesome whistle

Blow my blues away

Link: [On YouTube]

A Boy Named Sue

Johnny Cash

Well 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 my daddy ever did

Was before he left

He went and named me Sue

Well he might of thought that it was quite a joke

And it got a lot of laughs from a lot of folks

It seems I had to fight my whole life through

Some gal would giggle

And I’d turn read

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 my own sweet dad

From a worn-out picture that my mother 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’re 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

Then I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed though the wall and into the street

Kickin’ and a-gougin’

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

Well 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 gave ya a 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 came 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

Well if I ever have a boy

I think I’m gonna name him

Frank

Or George

Or Bill

Or Tom

Anything but Sue

I don’t want him going ‘round

Being called Sue all of his life

That’s a horrible thing

To do to a boy

Lyrics From: [Sweets Lyrics]

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