American Recordings – Johnny Cash

American Recordings – Johnny Cash

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 "American Recordings" - Johnny Cash
 Released 1994
 # Title
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 1. Delia’s Gone
 2. Let the Train Blow the Whistle **
 3. The Beast in Me
 4. Drive On
 5. Why Me Lord
 6. Thirteen
 7. Oh, Bury Me Not (Introduction: A Cowboy’s Prayer) **
 8. Bird on a Wire
 9. Tennessee Stud **
 10. Down There by the Train
 11. Redemption
 12. Like a Soldier
 13. The Man Who Couldn’t Cry
 ** = capo on 2nd fret
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 1.) "Delia's Gone"
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 Delia, oh, Delia
 Delia all my life
 If I hadn't have shot poor Delia
 I'd have had her for my wife
 Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
 I went up to Memphis
 And I met Delia there
 Found her in her parlor
 And I tied her to her chair
 Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
 She was low down and trifling
 And she was cold and mean
 Kind of evil make me want to
 Grab my sub-machine
 Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
 First time I shot her
 I shot her in the side
 Hard to watch her suffer
 But with the second shot she died
 Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
 But jailer, oh, jailer
 Jailer, I can't sleep
 'Cause all around my bedside
 I hear the patter of Delia's feet
 Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
 So if your woman's devilish
 You can let her run
 Or you can bring her down and do her
 Like Delia got done
 Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
 Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
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 2.) "Let the Train Blow the Whistle"
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 I don't want no aggravation when my train has left the station
 If you're there or not, I may not even know
 Have a round and remember things we did that weren't so tender
 Let the train blow the whistle when I go
 On my old guitar, sell tickets so someone can finally pick it
 And tell the girls down at the Ritz I said hello
 Tell the gossipers and liars I will see them in the fire
 Let the train blow the whistle when I go
    
 Let her blow, let her blow
 Long and loud and hard and happy, let her blow
 No regrets, all my debts will be paid when I get laid
 Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow
 You’ll be left without excuses for the evils and abuses
 Down to today from years and years ago
 And have yourself another toke from my basket full of smoke
 And let the train blow the whistle when I go
    
 Let her blow, let her blow
 Long and loud and hard and happy, let her blow
 No regrets, all my debts will be paid when I get laid
 Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow
 Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow
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 3.) "The Beast in Me"
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 The beast in me
 Is caged by frail and fragile bars
 Restless by day, and by night
 Rants and rages at the stars
 God help the beast in me
 The beast in me
 Has had to learn to live with pain
 And how to shelter from the rain
 And in the twinkling of an eye
 Might have to be restrained
 God help the beast in me
    
 Sometimes it tries to kid me
 That it's just a teddy bear
 And even somehow manage to vanish in the air
 And that is when I must beware
 Of the beast in me
 That everybody knows
 They've seen him out dressed in my clothes
 Patently unclear if it's New York or New Year
 God help the beast in me
 The beast in me
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 4.) "Drive On"
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 Well, I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
 He was my boonie rat buddy for a year in 'Nam
 He said, "I think my country got a little off track.
 Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back."
 But, it's better than not comin' back at all
 Many a good man I saw fall
 And even now, every time I dream
 I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream
    
 Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
 My children love me, but they don't understand
 And I got a woman who knows her man
 Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
 It don't mean nothin', drive on
 Well, I remember one night, Tex and me
 Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
 We had our 16's on rock and roll
 And with all of that fire, I was scared and cold
 I was crazy and I was wild
 And I have seen the tiger smile
 I spit in a bamboo viper's face
 And I'd be dead, but by God's grace...
    
 Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
 My children love me, but they don't understand
 And I got a woman who knows her man
 Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
 It don't mean nothin', drive on
 It was a slow walk in a sad rain
 And nobody tried to be John Wayne
 I came home but Tex did not
 And I can't talk about the hit he got
 But I got a little limp now when I walk
 And I got a little tremolo when I talk
 But my letter read from Whiskey Sam,
 "You're a walking talking miracle from Vietnam"
    
 Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
 My children love me, but they don't understand
 And I got a woman who knows her man
 Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
 It don't mean nothin', drive on
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 5.) "Why Me Lord"
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 Why me Lord? What have I ever done
 To deserve even one of the blessings I've known?
 Why me Lord? What did I ever do
 That was worth love from you and the kindness you've shown?
    
 Lord help me, Jesus, I've wasted it
 So help me, Jesus, I know what I am
 Now that I know that I've needed you
 So help me, Jesus, my soul's in your hands
 Try me Lord if you think there's a way
 That I can repay what I've taken from you
 Maybe Lord I could show someone else
 What I've been through myself on my way back to you
    
 Lord help me, Jesus, I've wasted it
 So help me, Jesus, I know what I am
 Now that I know that I've needed you
 So help me, Jesus, my soul's in your hands
 Jesus, my soul's in your hands.
    
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 6.) "Thirteen"
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 Bad luck wind been blowin' at my back
 I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at
 Got the number 13 tattooed on my neck
 When the ink starts to itch then the black will turn to red
    
 I was born in the soul of misery
 Never had me a name
 They just gave me the number when I was young
 Got a long line of heartache, I carry it well
 The list of lives I've broken reach from here to Hell
 Bad luck wind been blowin' at my back
 I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back
    
 I was born in the soul of misery
 Never had me a name
 They just gave me the number when I was young
 I was born in the soul of misery
 Never had me a name
 They just gave me the number when I was young
 They just gave me the number when I was young
    
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 7.) "Oh, Bury Me Not (Introduction: A Cowboy’s Prayer)"
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 Lord, I've never lived where churches grow. I loved creation better as it stood
 that day you finished it so long ago and looked upon your work and called it good.
 I know that others find you in the light that sifted down through tinted window panes,
 and yet I seem to feel you near tonight in this dim, quiet starlight on the plains.
 I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well, that you've made my freedom so complete,
 that I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell, nor weak-eyed prisoner of Waller Street.
 Just let me live my life as I've begun and give me work that's open to the sky.
 Make me a partner of the wind and sun and I won't ask a life that's soft or high.
 Let me be easy on the man that's down, let me be square and generous with all.
 I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town, but never let ‘em say I'm mean or small.
 Make me as big and open as the plains and honest as the horse between my knees;
 clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, free as the hawk that circles down the breeze.
 Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget. You know about the reasons that are hid.
 You understand the things that gall or fret. Well, you knew me better than my mother did.
 Just keep an eye on all that's done and said and right me sometimes when I turn aside
 And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead that stretches upward toward the great divide.
    
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 "Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie."
 These words came low and mournfully
 From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
 On his dying bed at the close of day
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 "Oh, bury me not," and his voice failed there
 But we took no heed to his dying prayer
 In a shallow grave just six by three
 We buried him there on the lone prairie
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 8.) "Bird on a Wire"
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 Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir
 I have tried in my ways to be free
 Like a fish on a hook, like a knight in some old-fashioned book
 I have saved all my ribbons for thee
    
 And if I, if I have been unkind
 I just hope you, will let it go by
 And if I, if I have been untrue
 I hope you know, it was never to you
 Like a baby stillborn, like a beast with his horn.
 I have torn everyone who reached out to me
 But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong
 I'll make it all up to thee
    
 I saw a young man, leaning on his wooden crutch
 He called out to me, "Don't ask for so much."
 And a young woman, leaning in her darkened door
 She cried out to me, "Why not ask for more?"
 Like a bird, on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir
 I have tried in my ways to be free
    
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 9.) "Tennessee Stud"
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 Back about eighteen and twenty-five
 I left Tennessee very much alive
 I never would've made it through the Arkansas mud
 If I hadn't been riding on the Tennessee Stud
 Had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
 One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
 I wrote a letter to my Uncle Fudd
 And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
    
 The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
 The color of the sun and his eyes were green
 He had the nerve and he had the blood
 There never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud
 Drifted on down into no man's land
 Across the river called the Rio Grande
 Raced my horse with the Spaniard's foe
 'Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold
 Me and the gambler, we couldn't agree
 We got in a fight over Tennessee
 Pulled our guns and he fell with a thud
 And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
    
 The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
 The color of the sun and his eyes were green
 He had the nerve and he had the blood
 There never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud
 I rode right back across Arkansas
 I whipped her brother and I whipped her pa
 I found that girl with the golden hair
 She was riding on a Tennessee Mare
 Purty little baby on the cabin floor
 Little horse colt playing 'round the door
 I love the girl with the golden hair
 And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare
    
 The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
 The color of the sun and his eyes were green
 He had the nerve and he had the blood
 There never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud
    
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 10.) "Down There by the Train"
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 There's a place I know where the train goes slow
 Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb
 There's a river by the trestle down by Sinner's Grove
 Down where the willow and the dogwood grow
 You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell
 From the halls of Heaven to the gates of Hell
 And there's room for the forsaken if you're there on time
 You'll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes
    
 If you're down there by the train, down there by the train
 Down there by the train, down there by the train
 Down there where the train goes slow
 There's a golden moon that shines up through the mist
 And I know that your name can be on that list
 There's no eye for an eye, there's no tooth for a tooth
 I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth
    
 He was down there by the train, down there by the train
 Down there by the train, down there by the train
 He was down there where the train goes slow
 If you've lost all your hope, if you've lost all your faith
 I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe
 And all the shamefuls and all of the whores
 And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord...
    
 Is down there by the train, down there by the train
 Down there by the train, down there by the train
 Down there where the train goes slow
 Well, I've never asked forgiveness and I've never said a prayer
 Never given of myself, never truly cared
 I've left the ones who loved me and I'm still raising Cain
 I've taken the low road and if you've done the same...
    
 Meet me down there by the train, down there by the train
 Down there by the train, down there by the train
 Down there where the train goes slow
 Meet me down there by the train, down there by the train
 Down there by the train, down there by the train
 Down there where the train goes slow
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 11.) "Redemption"
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 From the hands it came down, from the side it came down
 From the feet it came down and ran to the ground
 Between Heaven and Hell, a teardrop fell
 In the deep crimson dew, the tree of life grew
    
 And the blood gave life to the branches of the tree
 And the blood was the price that set the captives free
 And the numbers that came through the fire and the flood
 Clung to the tree and were redeemed by the blood
 From the tree streamed a light that started the fight
 'round the tree grew a vine on whose fruit I could dine
 My old friend Lucifer came, fought to keep me in chains
 But I saw through the tricks of six-sixty-six
    
 And the blood gave life to the branches of the tree
 And the blood was the price that set the captives free
 And the numbers that came through the fire and the flood
 Clung to the tree and were redeemed by the blood
 From His hands it came down, from His side it came down
 From the feet it came down and ran to the ground
 And a small inner voice said, "You do have a choice."
 The vine engrafted me and I clung to the tree
    
 And the blood gave life to the branches of the tree
 And the blood was the price that set the captives free
 And with the numbers that came through the fire and the flood
 I clung to the tree and was redeemed by the blood
 From His hands it came down, from His side it came down
 From the feet it came down and ran to the ground
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 12.) "Like a Soldier"
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 With the twilight colors falling and the evening laying shadows
 Hidden memories come stealing from my mind
 And I feel my own heart beating out the simple joy of living
 And I wonder how I ever was that kind
 But the wild road I was rambling was always out there calling
 And you said a hundred times I should have died
 Then you reached down and touched me and lifted me up with you
 So I believe it was the road I was meant to ride
    
 I'm like a soldier getting over the war
 I'm like a young man getting over his crazy days
 Like a bandit getting over his lawless ways
 I don't have to do that any more
 I'm like a soldier getting over the war
 There are nights I don't remember and pain that's been forgotten
 And a lot of things I choose not to recall
 There are faces that come to me in my darkest secret memories
 Faces that I wish would not come back at all
 But in my dreams parade of lovers from the other times and places
 There's not one that matters now, no matter who
 I'm just thankful for the journey and that I survived the battles
 And that my spoils of victory is you
    
 I'm like a soldier getting over the war
 I'm like a young man getting over his crazy days
 Like a bandit getting over his lawless ways
 I don't have to do that any more
 I'm like a soldier getting over the war
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 13.) "The Man Who Couldn't Cry"
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 There once was a man, and he couldn't cry
 Hadn't cried for years and for years
 Napalmed babies, movie love stories
 For instance could not produce tears
 As a child, he had cried as all children will
 Then at some point, his tear ducts all ran dry
 Grew to be a man, it all hit the fan
 Things got bad, but he couldn't cry
 His dog got ran over, his wife up and left him
 After that he got sacked from his job
 Lost his arm in a war, was laughed at by a whore
 Ah, but still not a sniffle or sob
 Well, his novel was refused and his movie was panned
 His big Broadway show was a flop
 He got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bail
 Ah, but still not a dribble or drop
 In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered
 And made to make license plates
 Water and bread was all he was fed
 Not once did a tear stain his face
 Doctors were called in, scientists too
 Theologians were last and practically least
 They all agreed sure enough, this is no cream puff
 Ah, but in fact an insensitive beast
 He was taken from jail and placed in a place
 For the insensitive and the insane
 He made a lot of friends and he played a lot of chess
 And he cried every time it would rain
 Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights
 And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried
 On the forty-first day, he passed away
 He just dehydrated and died
 He went up to heaven, located his dog
 After that, he rejoined his arm
 Below, all the critics, they took it all back
 Cancer robbed the whore of her charm
 His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke
 The theologians were finally found out
 Right down to the ground, the jail house burnt down
 And the earth suffered perpetual drought
 Da da da da da daaa,
 Da daaa, da da daaa,
 Mm dada daaa, da da dada da daaa

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