THE MOTOR CITY'S BURNING
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"It was winter time in Nashville down on Music Rowand I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold...To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my souland keep the chilly wind off me and my guitar.Well my thirsty wanted whiskey and my hungry needed beans,but it had been a month of paydays since I heard that eagle screamso with a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreamsI left my pride and stepped inside a bar.Actually I guess you'd call it a tavern.Cigarette smoke to the ceiling sawdust on the floor -friendly shadows.Well I saw that there was just an old man that was sittin' at the barand in the mirror I could see him checkin' me and my guitarAnd he turned and he said come up here boy and show us what you are.I said I'm dry...he bought me a beer.Then he nodded at my guitar and he said it's a tough life ain't it?I just looked at him and he said you ain't making any money are you?I said you been readin' my mail.He just smiled and said let me see that guitar.I got somethin' you oughta hear then he laid it on my ear...(If you waste your time a talkin' to the people who don't listenTo the things that you are saying who do you thinks gonna hear?And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain aboutare the things they could be changing who do you thinks gonna care?There were other lonely singers and the world turned deaf and blind.Who were crucified for what they tried to showAnd their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of timeFor the truth remains that no one wants to know.)Well the old man was a stranger but I'd heard his song before.Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door.When no one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor.And lonesome was more than a state of mind.YOU SEE THE DEVIL HAUNTS A HUNGRY MAN.....And if you don't wanna join him...well you gotta beat himI ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drink his beer for nothin.'And then I stole his song.And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listento the things that I am sayin' prayin' someone's gonna hear.And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain aboutare things they could be changing hoping someone's gonna care.I was born a lonely singer and I'm bound to die the sameBut I've gotta feed the hunger in my soul.And if I never have a nickel I won't ever die in shameCause I don't believe that no one wants to know."-Johnny Cash
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I WANNA BE THE BOY TO WARM YOUR MOTHER'S HEART
