Lyrics:
Un visage taillé à la hache
Chantait voûté sur sa guitare
Il s'appelait Johnny Cash
L'homme en noir avait un frère
Qui est mort pour un
the one that got away
The one that got away
I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss
ever have a son I think I'll name him
Well I ain't gonna name him Sue
I'm gonna call him Johnny Cash
John R. "Johnny" Cash, lived. Has no one else figured this out yet?
I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash
And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash
And hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin'
I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash
And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash
And hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin'
we'll saddle up and rideChorus:(All together with the lead voice of Johnny Cash) G#m C#m And we're gonna ride,we're
finally come around
The first song I ever sang was haggard
Momma sang to me I saw the Light
I'd turn my radio up louder
To hear Johnny Cash walk
Hello, I'm Johnny Cash
One night I had a backstage pass
To a Willie Nelson show
There were wackoes and weirdoes and dingbats and dodoes
And athletes
Fotos, fama, glitter, flash
Durmiendo en mi cama sobre el cash
Culeando duro como rockstar
Pintando el dedo como Johnny Cash
Fotos, fama, glitter,
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost
well
Help her do more right than wrong at the end of the day
I got five good years and a tank of gas
Fifty watts an' Johnny Cash
A guitar and a broken
the one that got away
The one that got away
I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss
the one that got away
The one that got away
I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss
before us
Owens, Haggard, Willie, Waylon, Jones and Hank
(And Johnny Cash)
[Chorus]
Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty
But
I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash
And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash
And hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin'
a yes, they gonna yell, and scream and shout
Gotta dress like an icon
Style like nicki minaj
Wear black like johnny cash, son
Have em stacked like
I want a suit just like Hank's
I want a voice just like Johnny Cash
A big Gibson guitar with "F"
Holes in the middle
A girlfriend like Dolly
Hello I'm Johnny Cash one night
I had a backstage pass to
The Willie Nelson Show
There were wackos and weirdos
And dingbats and dodos
And athletes
cellulaires
Chus stressée, j'ai pas grand cash
J'haïs les chansonniers qui font des covers
De Johnny Cash, go!
Mon poisson est mort, mon toaster fini
While johnny cash is makin moves on your moneybags
I'm strict love stickin' hundreds in your honeys ass
My verbal bucket in the background
Holdin me
Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now
without your love (Your love)
You dominate me love
Big time Johnny Cash kind of love
McDonald's type of love
Can't find my clothes kind of love (Your
the real deal
But you play what nobody feels
You sing about Johnny Cash
The man in black would've whipped your ass
And I don't think Waylon done it
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