Hello out there, this is planet Earth
Calling (calling, calling, calling, calling)
Hello out there, our net worth
Is falling (falling, falling, falling, falling)
We're the third from the sun
We are blue and white
Spinning (spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning)
If you wish upon a star, wish upon us tonight
We're dimming (dimming, dimming, dimming, dimming)
Hello out there, we're in the Milky Way
Sailing (sailing, sailing, sailing, sailing)
In this final fight for life and peace
We're failing (failing, failing, failing, failing)
Hello out there, you'll see a morning star
Gaining (gaining, gaining, gaining, gaining)
And the alpha and the omega will be
Reigning (reigning, reigning, reigning, reigning)
And the die is cast and the lines are drawn
And the time is soon to be
When the angels sound their seven trumpets
'Cross the land and the sea
And the King will come and reign a thousand years
And restore His earthly realm
And there will be no night, for He will be our light
Throughout eternity with Him
Hello out there, hello out there
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
Johnny Cash - Songwriter Album Lyrics
Johnny Cash - Songwriter Lyrics
Writer: John Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Spotlight
[ Featuring Dan Auerbach ]
Spotlight, don't let it show
That my heart went with her when I let her go
Don't let anybody see deep within the soul of me
Or they'll see that something there is not quite right
Tonight, spotlight
Spotlight, that's way too much
Let there be upon the air, a tender touch
Let your magic velvet hue bathe me in a gentle blue
Softly so there's not a single tear in sight
Tonight, spotlight
Spotlight, the tears are gone
Blind me 'til I'm standing here alone
Don't let me recall again anything that might have been
Let me feel that losing her will be alright
Tonight, spotlight
Tonight, spotlight
Tonight, spotlight
Writer: John Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Drive On
I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He said is my country just a little off track
Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back
But, it's better than not coming back at all
Many a good man
I saw fall And even now,
every time I dream I hear the men
and the monkeys in the jungle scream
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He said is my country just a little off track
Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back
But, it's better than not coming back at all
Many a good man
I saw fall And even now,
every time I dream I hear the men
and the monkeys in the jungle scream
Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me , but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on
I remember one night,
Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
We had our 16's on rock and roll
But, with all that fire,
was scared and cold
We were crazy, we were wild
And I have seen the tiger smile
I spit in a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead , but by God's grace
Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on
It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
I got a little limp now when
I walk Got a little tremolo when
I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam
Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on
Writer: Johnny R. Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © BUG MUSIC,
Copyright: Lyrics © BUG MUSIC,
I Love You Tonite
It sure has been a party, hasn't it, baby?
We've really been down that road a time or two
We checked into the best hotels from San Francisco to Paris
And lived like royalty, me and you
But remember years ago in that church in Ottawa?
We told God of our love and asked for His care
And so He made us happen and He blessed us
So if we were in the fold or out, He was always there
And I love you tonight
Even more than I loved you in the sixties
And I know that we are right
Even more than I knew it in the seventies
Oh, baby, ain't we a sight?
Can you believe we made it through the eighties?
And will we make the millennium? Well, we might
I love you tonight
It's funny how we never settle down
Though we love our home and sittin' by the fire
But we can't be at home for three days till we get itchy feet
And people always ask, "When are you gonna retire?"
But your people have always been my people
And you have always gone wherever I go
And when it's all over, I hope we will go together
I don't want you to be alone, you know
And I love you tonight
Even more than I loved you in the sixties
And I know that we are right
Even more than I knew it in the seventies
Oh, baby, ain't we a sight?
Can you believe we made it through the eighties?
And will we make the millennium? Well, we might
I love you tonight
We've really been down that road a time or two
We checked into the best hotels from San Francisco to Paris
And lived like royalty, me and you
But remember years ago in that church in Ottawa?
We told God of our love and asked for His care
And so He made us happen and He blessed us
So if we were in the fold or out, He was always there
And I love you tonight
Even more than I loved you in the sixties
And I know that we are right
Even more than I knew it in the seventies
Oh, baby, ain't we a sight?
Can you believe we made it through the eighties?
And will we make the millennium? Well, we might
I love you tonight
It's funny how we never settle down
Though we love our home and sittin' by the fire
But we can't be at home for three days till we get itchy feet
And people always ask, "When are you gonna retire?"
But your people have always been my people
And you have always gone wherever I go
And when it's all over, I hope we will go together
I don't want you to be alone, you know
And I love you tonight
Even more than I loved you in the sixties
And I know that we are right
Even more than I knew it in the seventies
Oh, baby, ain't we a sight?
Can you believe we made it through the eighties?
And will we make the millennium? Well, we might
I love you tonight
Writer: John Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Have You Ever Been To Little Rock?
Have you ever been to Little Rock?
Have you ever been to Little Rock?
Those Arkansas women
Born with beauty and grace
Up in the Ozark Mountains
The one they call Betty Jean
You can see God's country
Put a smile on your face
It's the land of my family
Down in Cleveland County
It's where my mama and daddy were born
Where the singing pines grow
They got some hot spring water
Down in the Ouachita country
Wash away your misery
You feel like Henry Ford
Right off the scenic highway
Shake the hand of a farmer
Have a cool watermelon that weighs a hundred pounds
And in the Mississippi Delta land
They're growing rice and cotton
In the fields all week long
Saturday night in town
Yes, I love my people
And I'm proud of my raisin'
Sweet Arkansas memories until they leave me down
Have you ever been to Little Rock?
Have you ever been to Little Rock?
Those Arkansas women
Born with beauty and grace
Have you ever been to Little Rock?
Those Arkansas women
Born with beauty and grace
Up in the Ozark Mountains
The one they call Betty Jean
You can see God's country
Put a smile on your face
It's the land of my family
Down in Cleveland County
It's where my mama and daddy were born
Where the singing pines grow
They got some hot spring water
Down in the Ouachita country
Wash away your misery
You feel like Henry Ford
Right off the scenic highway
Shake the hand of a farmer
Have a cool watermelon that weighs a hundred pounds
And in the Mississippi Delta land
They're growing rice and cotton
In the fields all week long
Saturday night in town
Yes, I love my people
And I'm proud of my raisin'
Sweet Arkansas memories until they leave me down
Have you ever been to Little Rock?
Have you ever been to Little Rock?
Those Arkansas women
Born with beauty and grace
Writer: John Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Well Alright
I met her at the laundromat
She was washing extra hot
I said, "Don't you need a little help
With that big load you got?"
She said no, but did a double take
And then she smiled and said, "I might"
As I rolled up my sleeves
I said to myself, "Well alright, well alright"
I put it on automatic
And she sat down on the floor
She said, "Just keep it on medium hot"
I said, "I've done this before"
Then I opened up the dryer
And I set it on soft and light
She said, "Be gentle with my silk and lace"
And I said, "Well alright"
Well alright
Her clothes are in the basket
Folded down, so nice and warm
She headed for the door
And I said, "I will take you home"
She said, "I just live up the street"
I said, "It's a dangerous night"
Take my arm and I'll carry the basket"
And she said, "Well alright, well alright"
The world's have full of women
And the worlds have full of men
And sometimes one or the other
Opens up to let one in
But the one I met at the laundromat
That dangerous, beautiful night
Said, "Yes, I do, and yes, I will"
And I said, "Well alright"
Well alright
She was washing extra hot
I said, "Don't you need a little help
With that big load you got?"
She said no, but did a double take
And then she smiled and said, "I might"
As I rolled up my sleeves
I said to myself, "Well alright, well alright"
I put it on automatic
And she sat down on the floor
She said, "Just keep it on medium hot"
I said, "I've done this before"
Then I opened up the dryer
And I set it on soft and light
She said, "Be gentle with my silk and lace"
And I said, "Well alright"
Well alright
Her clothes are in the basket
Folded down, so nice and warm
She headed for the door
And I said, "I will take you home"
She said, "I just live up the street"
I said, "It's a dangerous night"
Take my arm and I'll carry the basket"
And she said, "Well alright, well alright"
The world's have full of women
And the worlds have full of men
And sometimes one or the other
Opens up to let one in
But the one I met at the laundromat
That dangerous, beautiful night
Said, "Yes, I do, and yes, I will"
And I said, "Well alright"
Well alright
Writer: John Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
She Sang Sweet Baby James
She had a heart full of love
For her baby, for life and James Taylor
She nursed her baby and she closed her eyes
She was a cowgirl, truck driver and sailor
In her mind, she wasn't abandoned
Though the baby was all that she had
She was lonely at night when the babe was asleep
But when singin', it wasn't so bad
And she sang, Sweet Baby James
And she flew over the turnpikes, the mountain and sea
And she looked to the skies, where heaven should be
Said, could it be there's no heaven for me?
The only difference in my life and hell are the flames
So she sang, Sweet Baby James
She had to work for a livin'
And her mom kept the babe every day
The drivin' paid minimum wages to all
And was so little carry-home pay
But she'd take her own flights of fancy
Each time she found herself alone
She'd get on her dream song and she'd sail away
With her baby to find that new home
And she sang Sweet Baby James
And she flew over the turnpikes, the mountains and sea
And she looked to the skies, where heaven should be
Said, could it be there's no heaven for me?
The only difference in my life and hell are the flames
So she sang, Sweet Baby James
The only difference in my life and hell are the flames
So she sang, Sweet Baby James
For her baby, for life and James Taylor
She nursed her baby and she closed her eyes
She was a cowgirl, truck driver and sailor
In her mind, she wasn't abandoned
Though the baby was all that she had
She was lonely at night when the babe was asleep
But when singin', it wasn't so bad
And she sang, Sweet Baby James
And she flew over the turnpikes, the mountain and sea
And she looked to the skies, where heaven should be
Said, could it be there's no heaven for me?
The only difference in my life and hell are the flames
So she sang, Sweet Baby James
She had to work for a livin'
And her mom kept the babe every day
The drivin' paid minimum wages to all
And was so little carry-home pay
But she'd take her own flights of fancy
Each time she found herself alone
She'd get on her dream song and she'd sail away
With her baby to find that new home
And she sang Sweet Baby James
And she flew over the turnpikes, the mountains and sea
And she looked to the skies, where heaven should be
Said, could it be there's no heaven for me?
The only difference in my life and hell are the flames
So she sang, Sweet Baby James
The only difference in my life and hell are the flames
So she sang, Sweet Baby James
Writer: John Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Poor Valley Girl
She could never give up the homestead on the farm
Where they handed off tobacco in the big tobacco barn
And the long straight rows that ran
From the house down to the road
That went to AP Carter's door down the logging truck she rode
Oh, she'd sit and she'd gaze at the foggy mountain top
Where the swift hawk circled 'round the clinch mountain rocks
At the school down in Hiltons she would read about the world
Created to be conquered by this poor valley girl
Her mother was an Addington from over Copper Creek
Her father was of sturdy stock, she was royal but meek
Her laughter was infectious, her music was pure joy
She'd win the hearts of many men as she had many a boy
Her mother became famous, Maybelle and her guitar
With sisters Helen and Anita, the family was four star
She gave the world two daughters
And a son with auburn curls
And I thank God that He gave me
This sweet poor valley girl
Oh, she'd sit and she'd gaze at the foggy mountain top
Where the swift hawk circled 'round the clinch mountain rocks
At the school down in Hiltons she would read about the world
Created to be conquered by this poor valley girl
Where they handed off tobacco in the big tobacco barn
And the long straight rows that ran
From the house down to the road
That went to AP Carter's door down the logging truck she rode
Oh, she'd sit and she'd gaze at the foggy mountain top
Where the swift hawk circled 'round the clinch mountain rocks
At the school down in Hiltons she would read about the world
Created to be conquered by this poor valley girl
Her mother was an Addington from over Copper Creek
Her father was of sturdy stock, she was royal but meek
Her laughter was infectious, her music was pure joy
She'd win the hearts of many men as she had many a boy
Her mother became famous, Maybelle and her guitar
With sisters Helen and Anita, the family was four star
She gave the world two daughters
And a son with auburn curls
And I thank God that He gave me
This sweet poor valley girl
Oh, she'd sit and she'd gaze at the foggy mountain top
Where the swift hawk circled 'round the clinch mountain rocks
At the school down in Hiltons she would read about the world
Created to be conquered by this poor valley girl
Writer: John Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Soldier Boy
Here comes the boy with a backpack on
He's going anywhere but home
Be some changes while he's gone
He's got a job to carry on
Here comes a boy in a dark green suit
Size eleven combat boots
He can run and he can shoot
He's got a gun, it goes root-toot-toot
Here's comes a jet with a tail of white
He'll be there before daylight
Got some wrongs to be made right
May not return but I think he might
Here comes a ship sailing out to sea
Boys on deck for all to see
Wavin' bye to you and me
Keep the land and the water free
Solider boy, walkin' boy, sailor boy and flyin' boy
You won't be no boy no more
After what you're going for
And all you women, thanks to you
Doing what you have to do
Praying for you till you're through
Doodle, doodle, doo, doodle, doo, doo, doo
Here comes the boy with a backpack on
He's going anywhere but home
Be some changes while he's gone
He's got a job to carry on
Solider boy, walkin' boy, sailor boy and flyin' boy
You won't be no boy no more
After what you're going for
And all you women, here's to you
Doing what you have to do
Peace because of all of you
Doodle, doodle, doo, doodle, doo, doo, doo
He's going anywhere but home
Be some changes while he's gone
He's got a job to carry on
Here comes a boy in a dark green suit
Size eleven combat boots
He can run and he can shoot
He's got a gun, it goes root-toot-toot
Here's comes a jet with a tail of white
He'll be there before daylight
Got some wrongs to be made right
May not return but I think he might
Here comes a ship sailing out to sea
Boys on deck for all to see
Wavin' bye to you and me
Keep the land and the water free
Solider boy, walkin' boy, sailor boy and flyin' boy
You won't be no boy no more
After what you're going for
And all you women, thanks to you
Doing what you have to do
Praying for you till you're through
Doodle, doodle, doo, doodle, doo, doo, doo
Here comes the boy with a backpack on
He's going anywhere but home
Be some changes while he's gone
He's got a job to carry on
Solider boy, walkin' boy, sailor boy and flyin' boy
You won't be no boy no more
After what you're going for
And all you women, here's to you
Doing what you have to do
Peace because of all of you
Doodle, doodle, doo, doodle, doo, doo, doo
Writer: John Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Sing It Pretty Sue
So you gave up all between us for a glamorous career
And with all your talent, you should be the big star of the year
Then you'll be public property, so, I release my claim to you
Go on and give 'em all you've got
Sing it pretty, Sue
But I can't take just part of you and give the world a half
So, smile for all the papers and give 'em autographs
Go on to every city so your public can see you
But I'll watch on television
So, sing it pretty, Sue
I hope you'll soon be on the top of every hit parade
I'll try to be excited about the progress that you've made
I'll collect your pictures like any fan would do
And I'll buy all your records
So, sing it pretty, Sue
But I won't ever tell a soul that we have ever met
I will just be one of millions who'll give the praise you get
And maybe every year or so, I'll drop a card to you
To tell you I'm still listening
So, sing it pretty, Sue
And with all your talent, you should be the big star of the year
Then you'll be public property, so, I release my claim to you
Go on and give 'em all you've got
Sing it pretty, Sue
But I can't take just part of you and give the world a half
So, smile for all the papers and give 'em autographs
Go on to every city so your public can see you
But I'll watch on television
So, sing it pretty, Sue
I hope you'll soon be on the top of every hit parade
I'll try to be excited about the progress that you've made
I'll collect your pictures like any fan would do
And I'll buy all your records
So, sing it pretty, Sue
But I won't ever tell a soul that we have ever met
I will just be one of millions who'll give the praise you get
And maybe every year or so, I'll drop a card to you
To tell you I'm still listening
So, sing it pretty, Sue
Writer: Johnny R Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Like A Soldier
With the twilight colors falling
And the evening laying shadows
Hidden memories come stealing from my mind
As I feel my own heart beating out
The simple joy of living
I wonder how I ever was that kind
And the evening laying shadows
Hidden memories come stealing from my mind
As I feel my own heart beating out
The simple joy of living
I wonder how I ever was that kind
But the wild road I was rambling
Was always out there calling
And they said a hundred times I should have died
But now my present miracle
Is that you're here beside me So,
I believe they were roads that I was meant to ride
Like a soldier getting over the war
Like a young man getting over his crazy days
Like a bandit getting over his lawless ways
Every day is better than before
I'm like a soldier getting over the war
There were nights I don't remember
And there's pain that I've forgotten
Other things I choose not to recall
There are faces that come to me
In my darkest secret memory
Faces that I wish would not come back at all
In my dreams parade of lovers
From the other times and places
There's not one that matters now, no matter who
I'm just thankful for the journey
And that I've survived the battles
And that my spoils of victory are you
Writer: JOHNNY R. CASH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Songwriter is the 72nd studio album (and fifth posthumously released studio album) by Johnny Cash. It was released on June 28, 2024, through Mercury Nashville.
Produced by Johnny Cash, John Carter Cash, David R. Ferguson, Josh Matas, and Mike Daniel, the album contains eleven original songs by Cash: the album's lead single, "Well Alright", was released on April 23, 2024.
The album was recorded as a series of songwriting demos at LSI Studios (then owned by Rosey Cash) in early 1993, a time when Cash wasn't signed to a label and shortly before he met Rick Rubin.
The songs were written over several decades: "Drive On" was recent, "Hello Out There" and "Poor Valley Girl" have been dated to the late '70s and "Sing It Pretty, Sue" had appeared as the last track of the 1962 album The Sound of Johnny Cash.
The tapes were shelved when Cash instead made the American Recordings album with Rubin, although he used re-recordings of the songs "Drive On" and "Like A Soldier" for that album.
After rediscovering the demos, John Carter Cash and David "Fergie" Ferguson stripped them back to just Cash's vocals and guitar before overdubbing newly recorded parts by a new band, including several musicians who had worked with Cash such as Marty Stuart and David Roe.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Johnny CashProduced by Johnny Cash, John Carter Cash, David R. Ferguson, Josh Matas, and Mike Daniel, the album contains eleven original songs by Cash: the album's lead single, "Well Alright", was released on April 23, 2024.
The album was recorded as a series of songwriting demos at LSI Studios (then owned by Rosey Cash) in early 1993, a time when Cash wasn't signed to a label and shortly before he met Rick Rubin.
The songs were written over several decades: "Drive On" was recent, "Hello Out There" and "Poor Valley Girl" have been dated to the late '70s and "Sing It Pretty, Sue" had appeared as the last track of the 1962 album The Sound of Johnny Cash.
The tapes were shelved when Cash instead made the American Recordings album with Rubin, although he used re-recordings of the songs "Drive On" and "Like A Soldier" for that album.
After rediscovering the demos, John Carter Cash and David "Fergie" Ferguson stripped them back to just Cash's vocals and guitar before overdubbing newly recorded parts by a new band, including several musicians who had worked with Cash such as Marty Stuart and David Roe.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Johnny Cash, John Carter Cash, Mike Daniel, David R. Ferguson, Josh Matas
Length: 30:53
Released: June 28th, 2024
Year: 2024