02-COCAINE BLUES – C1 Do M
Johnny Cash
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
03-HEY PORTER – Fa M
Johnny Cash
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be till we cross
that Mason Dixon Line?
At daylight would ya tell that engineer
to slow it down?
Or better still, just stop the train,
Cause I wanna look around.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
What time did ya say?
How much longer will it be till I can
see the light of day?
When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer
to ring his bell?
And ask everybody that ain't asleep
to stand right up and yell.
Instrumental break
Hey porter! Hey porter!
It's getting light outside.
This old train is puffin' smoke,
and I have to strain my eyes.
But ask that engineer if he will
blow his whistle please.
Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves
and I feel that Southern breeze.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please get my bags for me.
I need nobody to tell me now
that we're in Tennessee.
Go tell that engineer to make that
lonesome whistle scream,
We're not so far from home
so take it easy on the steam.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please open up the door.
When they stop the train I'm gonna get off first
Cause I can't wait no more.
Tell that engineer I said thanks alot,
and I didn't mind the fare.
I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil
and breathe that Southern air.
04-THE MAN COMES AROUND – Do M
Johnny Cash
Speaking:
And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying, "Come and see",
And I saw and behold a white horse...
05-RING OF FIRE – Sol M
Johnny Cash
Love is a burning thing
The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, but the fire went wild
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire
The ring of fire
The ring of fire
06-SIXTEEN TONS – La m
Johnny Cash
Some people say man's made out mud,
Well, a good man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood, and skin and bones,
And mind that's weak and the back that's strong.
You load 16 tons, And what do you get?
Another day older, And deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me, Cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one morning when sun didn't shine,
I picked up my shovel and I went to the mine,
Loaded 16 tons of number nine coal,
And the straw boss said: "Well, bless my soul!"
You load 16 tons, And what do you get?
Another day older, And deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me, Cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me coming, you better step aside,
A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died.
My one fist is iron, the other one's steel,
And if the left don't getcha, then the right one will
You load 16 tons, And what do you get?
Another day older, And deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me, Cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one morning, it was drizzling rain,
Fighting and Trouble 's my middle name,
I was raised down the Canebrake by an old mountain mine,
And there ain't no hard hearted women make me walk that line!
You load 16 tons, And what do you get?
Another day older, And deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me, Cause I can't go,
I hear the train a-comin’;
it’s rollin’ ‘round the bend
And I ain’t seen the sun shine 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 Antone
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 ...
-guitar solo-
I bet there’s rich folks eatin’
from a fancy dining 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 ...
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Well, if they freed me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I’d move it on
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.