Lyrics:
hole
Pumping Johnny Cash, haulin' ass down a back road
Love it in the country where my soul is free
In God and my family is all I need, sing it
and renegade days are gone
Yeah I guess the outlaw and renegade days are gone
Just gone
I'm talkin' about Johnny Cash Waylon Jennings
I mean hell son
bones for johnny cash, 'cause for me and mine he's wearin' black.
I'll be restin' my bones for Elvis, I seen him last week at the track.
If I'm restin'
you know about ole Johnny Cash
And I think what the world needs right now is a Jumpin' Jack Flash"
Up in Hillbilly Heaven I saw Keith Whitley, I saw
out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he say
Hell yeah, turn it up, right
and im feeling weird because im back again
chainsaw the past
chainsaw the past
im johnny and cash
im johnny and cash
im gasoline baby
maybe you want it
birthday party)
That's good where the fuck is everybo-
Up to ya we look up to ya
When I get to heaven
I'm trying to smoke with Johnny Cash
If the angels
hole
Pumping Johnny Cash, haulin' ass down a back road
Love it in the country where my soul is free
In God and my family is all I need, sing it
new country is all about me but I love some Johnny Cash, Waylon, and Willie.
Respect the old school and make room for the new
Now tell me you don't
It all started in this little town way down in Texas
When he old Johnny Cash
Singing hectic country blues
He picked his guitar every night
George the 4th and Johnny Cash
The ones who didn't throw my songs into the trash
For Jimmy Dean and ol' Roger Miller too
But most of all I'm thankful for
to the Beatles
Johnny Cash to The Beaters
Put it all up in the pot and
That's what's coming through your speakers
I'm trying to be a legend
They tell me it'll come
I'm living my dream
And I've been a fool
So, whether or not you would like to partake
At least give it just one night for our sake
I'm part Johnny Cash
rock, county, and hip-hop
Somewhere between Hank, Three 6, and Kid Rock, Johnny Cash all black
It's that old-school flavor
Sippin' something
Rippin'
Jet black rollback Johnny Cash in
A Cadillac Coupe Deville
Livin' out a backpack
Cranking up the half stack
Honey I'm payin' bills
Long haired
and said he was the worst
Then one day the kannel keeper got an urgent call
From the local TV to Mr Tom T Hall
They said Johnny Cash is puttin'
sind Copycats
Rapper sie sind Actors so wie Johnny Depp
Big Goof hat Cash so wie Johnny Cash
Ich smoke dieses ZaZa mit der white Ash
Bitch du bist so
I'm flyin' (Hey)
Shootin' for the stars in my city
I'm a giant (Uh)
The black Johnny Cash
Cut a check like Joe Biden (Ayy)
It's Jack in my glass, you
it fast, for half of Johnny's cash
Nia longed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom saw her at the Lucielle Ball up at the foyer
He confronted
+Diggs+ the beat, but ain't feelin the flow
But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's +Cash+
+Nia Long+ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom
Elvis white trash elvis the Memphis flash
Elvis didn't smoke hash
Would have been a sissy without Johnny Cash
Elvis didn't dodge the draft
Elvis had
Just a pain-in-the-ass Johnny
Cash middle finger
No shooting up drugs, no quitter is a winner
Nothing ever comes like it did
When you were in it
Keeping
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
wie Johnny Cash (ja, Cash)
Sex for the 'Gram
Bro, du bist nicht reich, du bist ein Broke Boy ohne Geld (ohne Geld)
Bitch ist, was du chast
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