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Ein Medley, mit Titeln von Johnny Cash
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San Quentin, you've been living hell to me
You've closed the beers since nineteen sixty-three
I've seen them coming go and I've seen them die
And long ago I stopped askin' why
San Quentin may you rot and burn in hell
May your walls fall and may I live to tell
May all the world forget but you ever stood
Mhm and may all the world regret you did no good
San Quentin
I hate every inch of you
Yeah that's true
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Six foot six stood on the ground
Weighted two hundred and thirty-five pounds
But I saw that giant of a man broke down
To his knees by love
He was the kind of a man that would gamble on love
Look you in the eye and never back up
But I saw him cryin' like a little whipped pup
Because of love
You can't see it with your eyes
Hold it in your hand
Like the wind that comes our land
Strong enough to rule the heart of any man
This thing called love
It can lift you up
Never let you down
Take your world and turn it all around
Ever since time nothing's ever been found stronger than love
Ohh yes
♪
I give 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 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
Right on
Wooh
♪
Well my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to mom and me
But this old guitar and empty bottle of booze
Well I don't blame him that he ran and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left he went and named me Sue
He must've thought that it was quite a joke
And I got a lot of laughs from a lots of folk
Seems I had to fight my whole life through
Some gal would giggle and I'd grew red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head I tell you
Life ain't easy for a boy named Sue
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Oah I hear the train a-comin'
Rolling round a bend
I ain't see the sun shine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison
Time keeps a draggin' on
But the train keeps rollin'
On down to San Antone
Whoa whoa
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Well if they'd free me from the prison and the railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little further down the line
Far from Folsom prison
That where I want to stay
And I let the lonesome whistle
Roll my blues away
Right on