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It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show

Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show

Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
This is our favorite time of the year
Voices ring out with holiday cheer
So many songs what are we do
Dear Mr. Mathis
Yes, Ms. M
Let's sing this
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old

Little girl came through the front gate
Holdin' a fishin' pole
His dad looked down
the years roll by

Me and Johnny
We're gonna play tonight
It's gonna be alright
We're gonna have fun tonight
Me and Johnny
We may get blood on our face
you can dream about bein' this up to par 
But not even Johnny Mathis can tell you what your chances are 
Competition I'll drill em, and definitely
hope they're forgiven
Times got tough Johnny did what he could
Wound up with a gun didn't do him no good
Behind bars with a kid on the way
But Jesse's
Thank you very much
This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison
And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
to the head.
The killer left a note and this is what the note said:
"Never be bigger than you are.
 Never try to pose like you're a superstar
 Next time you rob
But the next day he got offed by the very same bikers

Those are people who died, died

They were all my friends, and they died

Herbie pushed
Rows of angels in the snow
Hugs and kisses by the mistletoe
Sugarplum fairies everywhere,must be that time of year
Stars that shine on Christmas
years ago she did
The same thing in that same chair
She said this ones born to run

Everyday at noon like a chapel bell
Find her, Jesus, keep her
jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know he packing
So then I asked him
What's this white
of high that make you call your kinfolks

And tell Loc, Johnny's dead
A fourteen year old kid put a nine to his head
All because he wanted that gear he was
shows
I can't remember
One thing I took in

Everyday, I promise (that)
I will change, the next day
New Years came
And everybody took the same vow
It was in the year of '88 in the lovely month of June
When the gadflies were swarming and dogs howling at the moon
With rosary beads and sandwiches
Tears of rage left a friend
Blowin in the wind
But time is god
Been back for 10 years and black again
Some of them same cats
Help usher in gangster rap
and hotter and flying on by
Better looking less of same I'm on my way to up the road to the next thing 
You see me burning hotter and hotter and the years go
and hotter and flying on by
Better looking less of same I`m on my way to up the road to the next thing 
You see me burning hotter and hotter and the years go
Came to the bar to see what's the same

I saw my man named Johnny sittin' across the table from me
And to my left was a man, he had no chin
Didn't really
kinda funky, kinda fine 
And I drank a bottle of whiskey, 'fore I came 
Came to the bar to see what's the same 

I saw my man named Johnny sittin'
E
They try to diss 'cause I don't have that, I have this (chances are)
They tryin to make me soft like Johnny Mathis
Fuck strike a nerve, I
One time I was in the checkout line
Behind Steven Seagal
Once I'm pretty sure Mr. Jonah Hill
Was in the very next bathroom stall
My best friend's
Daddy than me

Twenty some years from tomorrow
These same boys and girls will find
An old fading newspaper clipping
Yellow and torn up with time
busy planning the next fifty years.
So stay the way you are and keep your head down to the same old ground.
Just paint your picture boy until you find