Johnny Cash lyrics

The windows cracked on the Chevrolet

My cigarettes in the ash tray

The engines off and the radio's down

So nervous my whole body shakes

The parking lot's full of people and

They ready to see the preacher man

Time to open up for the main act

I guess that makes me a deacon

I promies that I won't let me down

And check myself in the mirror one time

Say my prayer and then I shook the ground

Light another smoke and step outside

Walk inside and take a look around

As I try to remember all of my lines

Guess it's time for me to face the crowd

And give the people my time

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These people standing on front row

Tryna see through me like a window

I'm wearing my soul on my sleeve

But they look at me through a pin hole

All I see is this oppurtunity

To see at least one of you and me

But I can't seem to win em over so

I swallow the humility

15 minutes to hold em down

And I'm just wishing that it would fly by

It's like my whole world hits the ground

All I wanted to do is have a good time

Hold me under but I will not drown

All I really know how to do is survive

Next time that I come to your town

I be the fuckin' headline

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I'm not supposed to be this person I suppose

I'm not supposed to be this rapper punking holes at stereotypes

Or to write this juxtapose and flow to beats it chose

I hope the microphone [?] goes this songs and quotables

Call me nasty, say I stink, well hit the sink and hold your nose

Cause I'm about as convinceable as a bum in stolen clothes til they go at those

I got dreams like fish got gils

I can't survive in this snake water wihtout a deal

But I can built Noah's Ark without a power drill

Look at this crowd like it's a battlefield

Tell em my travels, my triumphs, my failures, my faily loud and clear

Let em off judge, I don't care how they feel

Fuck it what do I care, I'm my personal shrink

Throw my heart down on the ground, stomp it, use the blood for the ink

I'm used to purple and pink bruises so thanks for the two

That you just took a brick from the mansion

Another stich in the pants of a Johnny Cash