Texty:
Cash Johnny Drums

when they call Billy though I've got an Indian name And there are drums beyond the mountain Indian drums that you can't hear There are drums beyond

Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold I'll meet

my drum The Mother Mary nodded The ox and lamb kept time I played my drum for Him I played my best for Him Then He smiled at me Me and my drum

We're goin' west to Kaintuck, down the road to Moccasin Gap Down the wilderness road, down the dug road, the old reedy creek road The road down troublesome

gave it up and turned it loose. [verse 4] Beethoven, bach brahms I want some james brown Even bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash

as I maneuver the grain I pull up 3 screens 4 twelves 5 swangs Cadillac convert while my trunk do the jerk and the speakers in the back are drumming like

since the sixties Well, he's fed up with hearin' about Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin Raye Billy Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie He saw Johnny Cash

youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React

(Bruce Springsteen) Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold Where the miles are marked in the blood