lp discography - covers & lyrics

1.

JACKSON

(Billy Ed Wheeler - Gaby Rogers)
« © '65 Bexhill Music, ASCAP »
[ with June Carter ]
We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We've been talkin' bout Jackson ever since the fire went out
I'm goin' to Jackson I'm gonna mess around
Yeah I'm goin' to Jackson look out Jackson town

Well go on down to Jackson go ahead and wreck your health
Go play your hand you big talkin' man make a big fool of yourself
Yeah go to Jackson go comb your hair
And I'm gonna snowball Jackson see if I care

When I breeze into that city people gonna stoop and bow
All them women gonna make me teach 'em what they don't know how
I'm goin' to Jackson you turn loose my coat
Cause I'm goin' to Jackson goodbye that's all she wrote

When they laugh at you in Jackson and I'll be dancin' on the pony keg
When I'll lead you round town like a scalded hound
With your tail tucked between your legs
Yeah I'll go to Jackson you big talkin' man
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson behind my Japan fan

Well now we got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We've been talkin' bout Jackson ever since the fire went out
I'm goin' to Jackson and that's a fact
Yeah we're goin' to Jackson ain't never coming back
Mhm we got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
Honey we've been talkin' bout Jackson ever since the fire went out
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2.

I WALK THE LINE

(Johnny Cash)
« © '56 House Of Cash, BMI »
Mhm I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine I walk the line

Mhm I find it very very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine I walk the line

Mhm as sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine I walk the line

Mhm you've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine I walk the line

Mhm I keep a close watch...
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3.

UNDERSTAND YOUR MAN

(Johnny Cash)
« © '64 Anne Rachel Music, ASCAP / Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP »
Don't call my name out your window I'm leavin' I won't even turn my head
Don't send your kinfolks to give me no talkin' I'll be gone like I said
You'd say the same old things that you been saying all along
Lay there in your bed keep your mouth shot till I'm gone
Don't give me that old familiar cryin' cussin' moan understand your man
Tidy your bad mouth and understand your man
[ dobro + trumpets ] You can give my other suits to the Salvation Army
And everything else I leave behind
I ain't takin' nothin' that'll slow down my travelin' while I'm untanglin' my mind
I ain't gonna repeat what I said anymore
While I'm breathin' air that ain't been breathed before
I'll be as gone as a wild goose in winter then you'll understand your man
Understand your man
You hear me talkin' honey understand your man
Remember what I told you understand your man
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4.

ORANGE BLOSSOM SPECIAL

(Ervin T. Rouse)
« © '57 Universal MCA Music, ASCAP »
Looky yonder comin' comin' down that railroad track
Hey looky yonder comin' comin' down that railroad track
It's the Orange Blosom Special bringin' my baby back whooo
[ harmonica ] Well I'm goin' down to Florida and get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Califorania and get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special and lose these New York blues uhhuh
[ sax ] (Say man when you're goin' back to Florida)
When I go back to Florida I don't know don't reckon I ever will
(Ain't you worried bout gettin' your nourishment in New York)
Ah I don't care if I do die do die do die

Hey talk about the ramblin' she's the fastest train on the line
Take about the travelin' she's the fastest train on the line
It's that Orange Blossom Special rollin' down the Seabord Line uhhuh
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5.

ONE ON THE RIGHT WAS ON THE LEFT

(Jack Clement)
« © '65 Songs Of PolyGram, BMI »
There once was a musical troop a pickin' singin' folk group
They sang the mountain ballads and the folk songs of our land
They were long on musical ability folks thought they would go far
But political incompatibility led to their downfall
Well the one on the right was on the left
And the one on the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear was a methodist
[ guitar ] This musical aggregation toured the entire nation
Singing traditinal ballads and the folk songs of our land
They performed with great virtuosity and soon they were the rage
But political animosity prevailed upon the stage
Well the one on the right was on the left
And the one on the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear burned his driver's licence
[ guitar ] When the curtain had ascended a hush fell on the crowd
As thousand there were gathered to hear the folk songs of our land
But they took their politics seriously and that night at the concert hall
As the audience watched deliriously they had a free for all
Well the one on the right was on the bottom
And the one on the middle was on the top
And the one on the left got a broken arm
And the guy on his rear said oh dear
[ guitar ] Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group
Don't go mixing politics with the folk songs of our land
Just work on harmony and diction play your banjo well
And if you have politicial conviction keep 'em to yourself
Now the one on the left works in the bank
And the one on the middle drives a truck
The one on the right's an all night DJ
And the guy in the rear got drafted
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6.

RING OF FIRE

(Merle Kilgore - June Carter)
« © '62 Painted Desert Music, BMI »
Love is a burning thing and it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire I fell into a 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
[ trumpet ] I fell into a burning ring of fire...

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 fell into a burning ring of fire...
And it burns burns burns the ring of fire the ring of fire
The ring of fire the ring of fire
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7.

IT AIN'T ME BABE

(Bob Dylan)
« © '64 Special Rider Music, SESAC »
Go away from my window leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want babe I'm not the one you need
You say you're looking for someone who's never weak but always strong
To protect you and defend you whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door but it ain't me babe no no no
It ain't me babe it ain't me you're looking for babe
[ harmonica ] Go lightly from the ledge babe go lightly on the ground
I'm not the one you want babe I'll only let you down
You say you're looking for someone who'll promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you someone to close his heart
Someone to die for you and more but it ain't me babe no no no
It ain't me babe it ain't me you're looking for babe
[ trumpet ] You say you're looking for someone to pick you up each time you fall
To gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call
And will love you for your life and nothing more but it ain't me babe no no no
It ain't me babe it ain't me you're looking for babe
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8.

BALLAD OF IRA HAYES

(Peter La Farge)
« © '63 Edward B Marks Music, BMI »
Ira Hayes Ira Hayes call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
Bout a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indians a proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the waters grew Ira's people's crops
Till the white man stole their water right and their sparkling water stopped
Now Ira's folks grew hungry and their land grew crops and weeds
When war came Ira volunteered and forgot the white man's greed

Call him drunken Ira Hayes...

Well they battled up Iwo Jima Hill two hundred and fifty men
But only 27 lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over and old glory raised
Among the men who helt it high was the Indian Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes...

Ira Hayes returned a hero celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian no water no home no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira's done and when do the Indians dance

Call him drunken Ira Hayes...

Then Ira started drinking hard jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag and lower it like you would throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning alone in the land he'd fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes...
Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes but his land is just as dry
And his ghost is laying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died
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9.

REBEL JOHNNY YUMA

(Richard Markowitz - Andrew Fenady)
« © '62 WB Music, ASCAP »
(Away away way he rode the Rebel Johnny Yuma)

Johnny Yuma was the rebel he roamed through the west
Yeah Johnny Yuma the rebel he wandered alone
He got fightin' mad this rebel lad he packed no star as he wandered far
Where the only law was a hook and a draw the rebel Johnny Yuma

Johnny Yuma was the rebel he roamed through the west
Yeah Johnny Yuma the rebel he wandered alone
He searched the land this restless lad he was panther quick and leather tough
Witht the figure that he's been pushed enough the rebel Johnny Yuma
(Johnny Yuma)

Johnny Yuma was the rebel he roamed through the west
Yeah Johnny Yuma the rebel he wandered alone
Fightin' mad this rebel lad with the dreams he's hold till his dyin' breath
He searched his soul and gambled with death the rebel Johnny Yuma
(Away awayway he rode the Rebel Johnny Yuma Johnny Yuma)
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10.

FIVE FEET HIGH AND RISING

(Johnny Cash)
« © '59 Anne Rachel Music, ASCAP / Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP »
How high is the water mama two feet high and rising
How high is the water papa she said it's two feet high and rising
But we can make it to the road in a homemade boat
Cause that's the only thing we got left that'll float
It's already over all the wheat and oats two feet high and rising
How high is the water mama three feet high and rising
How high is the water papa she said it's three feet high and rising
Well the hives are gone I lost my bees chickens're sleepin' in the willow trees
Cows in water up past their knees three feet high and rising
How high is the water mama four feet high and rising
How high is the water papa she said it's four feet high and rising
Hey come look through the window pane
The bus is coming gonna take us to the train
Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain four feet high and rising
How high is the water mama five feet high and rising
How high is the water papa she said it's five feet high and rising
Well the rails are washed out north of town we gotta head for higher ground
We can't come back till the water goes down five feet high and rising
Well it's five feet high and rising
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11.

DON'T TAKE YOUR GUNS TO TOWN

(Johnny Cash)
« © '58 Anne Rachel Music, ASCAP »
A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wanderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots and combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out

Don't take your guns to town son leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He laughed and kissed his mom and said your Billy Joe's a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn't shoot without a cause I'd gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away

Don't take your guns to town...

He sang a song as on he rode his guns hung at his hips
He rode into a cattle town a smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down
But his mother's words echoed again
Don't take your guns to town...

He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself at last he had become a man
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mother's words

Don't take your guns to town...

Bill was raged and Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired it before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor the crowd all gathered round
And wondered at his final words

Don't take your guns to town...
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