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Some call me
The man in black
Some still sing
Of my Folsom blues
For I was once the
Biggest sinner of them all
In the late 1950s
While others just whispered
In Little Rock
Arkansas
About my mistakes
As they grew
When I once got on Stage
And sang
About a boy named Sue
I’ve walked the line
And rocked the music scene
In Memphis, Tennessee
Filled with cocaine blues
Saw Sunday morning coming down
With Tommy
Drunk on the mysteries of life
Like raiders in the
Bluest of skies
Sat with my personal Jesus
Filled with bitter tears
And Ira Hayes
In my rusty old cage
To once write Freedom songs
But the Man said no
Aint no trail of tears
Was going to stop us
I was so full of rage
I’ve sung and slept
For 25 minutes
In the house of the blues
Sang with Dylan
About a Girl from the North Country
In good old Nashville
But life
And liberty
Go hand in hand
It's why I played
Guitar
And sung
Dressed like an undertaker
In a Rock and Roll band
But when the good altar calls
And The Gospel Road sings
A true believer sees the truth
For when the Tall Man comes
Calling around
Like a highwayman
Riding the Rails
With his 9-inch nails
You gotta have faith
For when your dreams
And once-loved relationships
Lie disheveled in the
Dirt
Like on May 15, 2003
Now that's makes
You cry
And the pain still hurts
But now I
Live forever
Now my search for love is over
Yes I’ve found my nearest thing to heaven
My eternal summertime
Called June
When l was growing up
In Kingsland, Arkansas
And life was dragging on
My mama once told me
Son
According to my Hymn Book
Wait and you’ll know the one
We now dance
Entwined
Hand to shoulder
In heavens Caudill Drive
In Hendersonville
A place
Where no-one
Breathes or even
Gets older
In our ring of Fire
And now I'm back
In a new Jackson
With my Beloved
Sunshine
Finding my old rhythm
One piece at a time
Me and June
Are on the road again
Ain't no grave
Or a big river
In this ring of Fire
No more cocaine blues
For this old County Boy
Named Sue
Now I'm at peace
With my
Orange Blossom
Named June
All of God's children ain't born free
You've just got to find a wildwood flower
Your own
Wild piece O’Colorado
For when it's springtime
In Alaska
She'll protect ya
I'm a still
Riding this train
With my guitar
Playing Boss Jack
With June
Still singing
My old prison songs
About a new Folsom blues
But gotta be careful
Don't want God cutting me down
Don't want the tall man
Coming round
Not in this ring of fire
So I’ll be outa here
Going to new lands of happiness
Riding this train
Filled with no more tears
Good night
And amen
This last gunfighter is
On the road again
Crossing all shining seashores
In new The Holy Land
For a thing called love
Now blows
It's ragged old American
Flag in our new winds
As we now go back on tour
My gone girl has now
Been found and
We now live and sing
Out among the stars
Playing love songs on our
Old guitars
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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