Johnny Cash
Love is a burning thing And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire
Well, I was borned a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had love
That's the one thing that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar
Coal miner's daughter
They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong, mm
you're still the one
Got a little boom in my big truck
Gonna open up the doors and turn it up
Gonna stomp my boots in the Georgia mud
Gonna watch you make me fall in love
Country girl shake it for me
I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
before he cheats
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
I Walk the line
Women like you they're a dime a dozen, you can buy 'em anywhere
For you to get to him I'd have to move over
And I'm gonna stand right here
It'll be over my dead body, so get out while you can
You ain't woman enough
I'm going out tonight
I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise
Really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout
Man I feel like a woman
Do I turn you on at all when I kiss you, baby?
Does the sight of me wanting you drive you crazy?
Do I have your love? Am I still enough?
Tell me don't I? Or tell me, do I, baby?
Do I
Cheater cheater where'd you meet that lowdown, uptown, slept with every guy around, pressed on eyelash no good white trash ho
Cheater Cheater
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain The only thing that's real
Hurt
I'm not a sayin' my baby's at saint
'Cause he ain't And that he won't cat around with a kitty
Fist City
Any man of mine better be proud of me
Even when I'm ugly, he still better love me
And I can be late for a date that's fine
But he better be on time
Any man of mine
She was like, "Oh, my God, this is my song
I've been listenin' to the radio all night long
Sittin' 'round, waitin' for it to come on and here it is" She was like, "Come here boy, I wanna dance"
Play it again
Keepin' perfect rhythm, make ya wanna swing along
Honky tonk badonkadonk
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.
Jackson Ft June Carter Cash
You wined me and dined me When I was your girl
Promised if I'd be your wife You'd show me the world But all I've seen of this old world
Is a bed and a doctor bill I'm tearing' down your brooder house
The Pill
I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart But you've got being right down to an art You think you're a genius, you drive me up the wall You're a regular original, a know-it-all
That don't impress me much
When I got the news today I didn't know what to say So I just hung up the phone I took a walk to clear my head This is where the walking lead
Can't believe you're really gone Don't feel like going home
Drink a Beer
Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake
Get some whipped cream on the top too
Fancy Like
I hear the train a-comin', it's rolling '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 dragging' on But that train keeps a-Rollin' on down to San Antione
Folsom prison blues
Well, you thought I'd be waiting' up when you came home last night You'd been out with all the boys and you ended up half tight Liquor and love, they just don't mix Leave that bottle or me behind And don't come home a drinking' with loving' on your mind
Don't come home drinking
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse
I realized I forgot my purse
With all this stress I must confess
This could be worse than PMS
Honey I'm Home
All week long it's a farming town They're making that money grow Tractors, plows with flashing lights Backing up a two lane road They take one last lap around That sun up high goes down
Kick the dust up
And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me head first
Fearless