Ask Everybody That Ain’t Asleep to Stand Right Up and Yell

Johnny Cash.
Johnny Cash.

Hey porter, hey porter, would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be till we cross that Mason-Dixon line?
At daylight would ya tell that engineer to slow it down?
Or better still, just stop the train ’cause I wanna look around

Hey porter, hey porter, what time did ya say?
How much longer will it be till I can see the light of day?
When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer to ring his bell?
And ask everybody that ain’t asleep to stand right up and yell

Hey porter, hey porter, it’s getting light outside
This old train is puffin’ smoke and I have to strain my eyes
But ask that engineer if he will blow his whistle please
‘Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves and I feel that southern breeze

Hey porter, hey porter, please get my bags for me
I need nobody to tell me now that we’re in Tennessee
Go tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream
We’re no so far from home so take it easy on the steam

Hey porter, hey porter, please open up the door
When they stop the train I’m gonna get off first ’cause I can’t wait no more
Tell that engineer I said thanks a lot and I didn’t mind the fare
I’m gonna set my feet on southern soil and breathe that southern air

Hey Porter, Johnny Cash.

Wildwood Flower

Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash (1969).
Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash (1969).

Oh I’ll twine with my mingles and raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the myrtle so bright with the emerald dew
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue

I will dance I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart in each crown I will sway
When I woke from my dreaming my idols were clay
All portion of love had all flown away

Oh he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell
He’s left me no warning no words of farewell

Oh he taught me to love him and call me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life’s dreary hour
How I long to see him and regret the dark hour
He’s gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower

They Wondered at His Final Words

Johnny Cash’s hit single from 1958: Don’t Take Your Guns to Town.

[…]

He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand,
And tried to tell himself he had become a man.
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down,
And he heard again his mother’s words:

[Chorus]
Don’t take your guns to town son;
Leave your guns at home Bill.
Don’t take your guns to town.

Filled with rage then,
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw,
But the stranger drew his gun and fired,
Before he even saw.
As Billy Joe fell to the floor,
The crowd all gathered ’round ,
And wondered at his final words:

[Chorus]
Don’t take your guns to town son;
Leave your guns at home Bill.
Don’t take your guns to town.

Don’t Take Your Guns to Town, Johnny Cash (1958).