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Recorded by Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash Words and music by G. Rodgers and B. Wheeler Both: [C] We got married in a fever, hotter than a 'Pepper Sprout' Both: We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went [C7] out John: I'm goin' to [F] Jackson, I'm gonna mess a-[C] round John: Yea! I'm goin' to [F] Jackson, [G7] look out Jackson [F] town. June: Well, go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health June: Go play our hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself June: Yea! go to Jackson, go comb your hair John: 'Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.' June: 'See if I care.' John: When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow June: (Hah!) John: All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how John: I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat John: 'Cause, I'm goin' to Jackson June: Goodbye, that's all she wrote. June: But they'll laugh at you in Jackson June: And I'll be dancin' on a 'Pony Keg' June: They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound June: With your tail tucked between your legs June: Yea! go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man June: And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my 'Ja(y)-pan Fan', Well!; Both: We got married in a fever, hotter than a 'Pepper Sprout' Both: We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went Both: I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around Both: Yea! I'm goin' to Jackson, look out Jackson town. TAG: We got married in a fever, hotter than a 'Pepper Sprout' (FADE) We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went...

Goin' By The Book

JOHNNY CASH "The Mystery Of Life"
You can see it in the movies and the paper and the tv news Somebody's army is always on the move There's gonna be a battle the lines have been drawn They've got guns and tanks and planes The wells are gone dry and the water is bad and the air is acid rain There's war after war and rumors of war from the east There's a rumblin' in the ground and they're talkin' about the beast Good mothers cry cause the rivers run high With the blood of too many sons Some people say peace is on the way But the worst is still to come Cause the prophets wrote about it And jesus spoke about it And john got to take a look And he told us what he saw when it's easy to see It's goin' by the book It's goin' by the book There's armies in the cities and the missiles stand ready for flight A pale horse rides like the wind across the night And that rumblin' in the desert like thunder gettin' closer And the trumpet's gettin' ready to blow There's gonna be a shout that will wake the dead we better be ready to go Cause the prophets wrote about it And jesus spoke about it And john got to take a look And he told us what he saw when it's easy to see It's goin' by the book It's goin' by the book It's goin' by the book Goin' by the book

Goin' Down

ACE HOOD "Starvation 2"
[Intro] Real niggas came to party (Ace Hood) Real nggas came to party [Chorus] I say Lord have Mercy all I wanted was a beamer Had no pot to piss in, n now I'm living thank you Jesus Now my rolley flooded, n I'm not talkin bout Katrina Know I roam the city, couple thousand for ma sneakers Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) Bring the kush, or Ciroc Its Goin Down Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) Bad bitches bring the whips Its Goin' Down [Ace Hood] Okay, Happy birthday nigga everyday I'm gettin cake Whats the day? Its Tuesday, bitch I might blow a hunnin' K (YEAH) Fuck that nigga they sleepin, must not have raised the stakes Can't play with a nigga, no way drop as white as mayonaise Holy shit betta watch yo bitch, frito lay gotta stack dem chips Keep that tool on me oh shit, and i keep 2 clips my nigga don't trip Boy you talk I get money, ridin' round in that new 600 With them young niggas on the block who run it, Evil kinevil boy we stunt Millionaire nigga I got diamonds on my dick Boy my swagger dope, I'm talkin 20 kilo bricks Just bought me an aston, n it came with a spanish bitch Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch [Chorus] [Meek Mill] Okay I'll go into ma beast mode, rapper niggas I eat those Tell a bitch take a deep breath, then bend them knees like a freethrow I don't want me no good girl, cause i fell in love with these freak hoes In my bedroom I make a movie, n it starring me with that Lee Rose I ball hard like D Rose, my sash of closet Racks all in my pocket, these racks all in deposit I got racks all on my conscious, money all on my mind I got shooters on my team, n they got bodies on ignite Look at that bad bitch right there (right there), see that body on that dime I ain't swimmin in no hoe, you know I'm prolly that my grind All these niggas hatin' on me (me), but I ain't on that time Cause I be in that back nigga, I ain't talkin bout fire (Woah) [Chorus] [Ace Hood] Ahem, Now let's all say a prayer, since my swagger such a killer (Amen) Might just buy a chicken, give her that dick fillet for dinner Nigga don't want no problems, pistol prolly get you this figure Lookin' at all my diamonds, it ain't hard to tell the winner Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) That potato on the barrel no sound You see them forin, you see we tourin Me and Meek Milly realest niggas born (Pray) [Chorus]

Choctaw Bingo

JAMES MCMURTRY "Saint Mary Of The Woods"
Strap them kids in, give 'em a little bit of vodka In a cherry coke, we're goin' to Oklahoma To the family reunion for the first time in years It's up at uncle Slaton's 'cause he's getting' on in years. No longer travels but he's still pretty spry Not much on talk and he's too mean to die And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and from west Arkansas It'll be one big old party like you've never saw. Uncle Slaton's got his texan pride Back in the thickets with his asian bride He's got an airstream trailer and a Holstein cow Still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how. Plays that Chocktaw bingo every Friday night You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala Caught a great big old bluecat on a driftin' jugline. Sells his hardwood timber to the chippin' mill Cooks that crystal meth because his shine don't sell He cooks that crystal meth because his shine don't sell You know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell. My cousin Roscoe, Slaton's oldest boy From his second marriage up in Illinois He's raised in East St Louis by his mamma's people Where they do things different thought he'd come on down. He's goin' to Dallas Texas in a semi truck Caught from that big Mcdonalds, you know that one thats built up on that Big old bridge across the Will Rogers turnpike Took the big cabin exit stopped and bought a carton of cigarets. At that indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke rings In the Cherokee nation hit Muskogee late that night Somebody ran the stoplight at the Shawnee bypass Roscoe tried to miss him but he didn't quite. Bob and Mae come up from some little town Way down by Lake Texoma where he coaches football They were two A champions now for for two years running But he says they won't be this year, no they wont be this year. And he stopped off in Tushka at the pop knife and gun place Bought a SKs rifle and a couple full cases of that Steel core ammo with the berdan primers From some east bloc nation that no longer needs 'em. And a desert eagle thats one great big old pistol I mean fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews And some surplus tracers for that old BAR Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're gonna have us a time We're gonna have us a time. Ruth-Anne and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs That's one hell-raisin' town way down in south eastern Kansas Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store That's got Rolling Stones lips up there in bright pink neon And they're right downtown where everyone can see 'em And they burn all night, you know they burn all night You know they burn all night. Ruth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches And those skinny little halters and they're second cousins to me Man, I don't care I want to get between 'em With a great big ol' hard on like a old bois d'arc fence post You could hang a pipe rail gate from do some sister twisters 'Til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time. Uncle Slaton's got his texan pride Back in the thickets with his asian bride He's got a corner pasture and an acre lots He sells them owner financed strictly to them. It's got no kind of credit 'cause he knows they're slackers And they'll miss that payment and he takes it back Plays that Choctaw bingo every Friday night He drinks his Johnny Walker at that club 69 We're gonna strap those kids in give em a lil bit of Benadryl And a cherry coke we're goin' to Oklahoma, we're gonna have us a time We're gonna have us a time.

The Caretaker

JOHNNY CASH "Songs Of Our Soil"
I live in the cemetery 'Old Caretaker' they call me In the wintertime I rake the leaves And in the summer I cut the weeds When a funeral comes The people cry and pray They bury their dead Then they all go away And here I work And I somehow hide From a world that rushes By outside But each night When I rest my head I'm contented As the peaceful death But who's gonna cry When old John dies? Who's gonna cry When old John dies? Once I was a young man Dashing with the girls Now no one wants an old man When I lost my handsome curls But I wanna say When my time comes Lay me facin' The rising sun Put me in a corner Where I buried my pup Tell the preacher to pray Then cover me up Don't lay flowers Where my head should be Maybe God would Let some grow for me And all the little children That I love like my own Will they be sorry That Old John's gone? Who's gonna cry When Old John dies? Who's gonna cry When Old John dies?

American Child

JOHN DENVER "Rocky Mountain High"
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Autograph album, and has also been released on the Earth Songs, The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD) and The John Denver Collection - Calypso albums. Goin' up to Alaska Up to the land of the midnight sun Where the whale and the polar bear run O'er the icy blue sea Goin' up to Alaska Up to the north and the pioneer life Where courage and strength still survive And a man can be free American Child, does the call of the wild Ever sing through the mist of your dreams Does it fly with the wind when you waken again When it's gone do you know what it means Can you picture the time when a man had to find His own way through the cold To come back again to all that you've been Can't you see that it's time to come home To the flowers and seas and the rivers and the trees And the earth who's the mother of all A promise once made - will it shine, will it fade Will we rise with the vision or fall Goin' up to Alaska Up to the land of the midnight sun Where the whale and the polar bear run O'er the icy blue sea Goin' up to Alaska Up to the north and the pioneer life Where courage and strength still survive And a man can be free Men can be free Goin' up to Alaska Goin' up to Alaska Goin' up to Alaska Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry

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