Johnny Cash - The Mercury Years (2001) by Johnny Cash (보컬) on maniadb.com

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

Wanted man in California,Wanted man in BuffaloWanted man in Kansas City,Wanted man in OhioWanted man in Mississippi,Wanted man in ol' CheyenneWherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted manI might be in Colorado,Or Georgia by the seaWorking for some man who may not know at all who I might beIf you ever see me coming and if you know who I amDon't you breathe it to nobody 'cause you know I'm on the lambWanted man by Lucy Watson,Wanted man by Jeannie BrownWanted man by Nellie Johnson,Wanted man in this next townI've had all that I wanted of a lot of things I've hadAnd a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out badI got sidetracked in El Paso,Stopped to get myself a mapWent the wrong way in Pleura with Juanita on my backWent to sleep in Shreveport,Woke up in AbileneWonderin' why I'm wanted at some town half way in betweenWanted man in Albuquerque,Wanted man in SyracuseWanted man in Tallahassee,Wanted man in Baton RougeThere's somebody set to grab meAnywhere that I might beAnd wherever you might look tonightYou might get a glimpse of meWanted man in California,Wanted man in BuffaloWanted man in Kansas City,Wanted man in OhioWanted man in Mississippi,Wanted man in ol' CheyenneWherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man

I couldn't hear you for the TV, I didn't know you said goodbye
I saw your cancelled check for the airfare, didn't know flyin' got too high
Beans for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can.

I've run out of clean utensils, I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man
I heard the crows outside my window, guess it's me they're talkin' about
The fire you lit has burnt to cinders, every good things fizzled out
Beans for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can.

Wish you'd come back and wash the dishes, I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man
Caught a cold with the window open, crow droppings o my window sill
Probably got histoplasmosis, got no gun or I would kill them crows
Beans for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can.

Plastic forks are a dime a dozen I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man
Finally made it to the mailbox, felt so bad I thought I'd die
All I got was a bill from my doctor, well I guess flyin' ain't so high
Bean for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can.

Blue tick mattress cold and greasy, I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man
The house burned down from the fire that I built, in your closet by mistake
After I took all them pills, but I got out safe in my duck head overalls
Beans for breakfast once again, I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man.

I should set the table'Cause it's supper timeSomehow I'm not able'Cause that man of mineAin't coming home no moreOh, supper timeKids will soon be yellingFor this supper timeWhile I keep from tellingThat that man of mineAin't coming home no moreWhile I keep explainingWhen they ask me where he's goneWhile I keep from cryingWhen I bring the supper onHow can I remind themTo pray at their humble boardHow can I be thankfulWhen they start to thank the Lord,Oh, Lord!Supper time, I should set the table'Cause it's supper timeSomehow I'm not able'Cause that man of mineAin't coming home no moreAin't coming home no more...

A young cowboy named Billy Joegrew restless on the farmA boy filled with wonderlustwho really meant no harmHe changed his clothes and shined his bootsand combed his dark hair downAnd his mother cried as he walked outDon't take your guns to town, sonleave your guns at home, Billdon't take your guns to townHe laughed and kissed his mom and saidyou're Billy Joe's a manI can shoot as quick and straightas anybody canBut, I wouldn't shoot without a causeI'd gun nobody downBut she cried again as he rode awayDon't take your guns to town, sonleave your guns at home, Billdon't take your guns to town.He sang a song as on he rodehis guns hung at his hipshe rode into a cattle towna smile upon his lipsHe stopped and walked into a barand laid his money downbut his mother's words echoed againdon't take your guns to town, sonleave your guns at home, Billdon't take your guns to town.He drank his first strong liquorthen to calm his shaking handand tried to tell himself at lasthe had become a mana dusty cowpoke at hisbegan to laugh him downand he heard again his mother's wordsdon't take your guns to town, sonleave your guns at home, Billdon't take your guns to town.Filled with rage then Billy Joereached for his gun to drawbut the stranger drew his gun and firedbefore he even sawAs Billy Joe fell to the floorthe crowd all gathered roundand wondered at his final wordsdon't take your guns to town, sonleave your guns at home, Billdon't take your guns to town.