All language subtitles for JOHNNY CASH - Ductnentaty (2000)

MUSIC: Ring Of Fire by Johnny Cash

Love is a burning thing

And it makes a fiery ring

Bound by wild desire

I fell into a ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire

I went down, down, down
and the flames went higher

And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire

The ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire

I went down, down, down
and the flames went higher

And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire

The ring of fire

The taste of love is sweet

When hearts like ours meet

I fell for you like a child

Oh, but the fire went wild

I fell into a burning ring of fire

I went down, down, down
and the flames went higher

And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire

The ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire

I went down, down, down
and the flames went higher

And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire

The ring of fire

And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire

The ring of fire.

HE MIMICS BIRD CALL

GUNSHOT

HE LAUGHS

You want to get me,
don't you? You son of a gun!

Only place I can tell
he is hurt is... He's got one little

wing bone broken. It's not hurt.
It's not every day you catch a crow.

CROW SQUAWKS

You son of a gun, you!

I already like you, for some reason.

I'll take you home and see if you
are hurt bad, OK?

HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

If I had wings
like a grey goose got

I'd leave you
whether my heart break or not

I'd leave you
Woman, I'd leave you

I can't make my feet walk...

HE HUMS

..But if I could fly like Mr Crow

Woman, I know I'd go.

Ah!

One, two, three, four...

MUSIC STARTS

I would leave them
completely off the intro.

And I would wait
until I am into the song, you know?

Have you got a little pencil?

I would keep that flat top guitar
way up on the intro

because that is powerful.

The way...with the drum slap.

Don't you think, Bob? Yes.

I just...

Because when they come in,

I can hear it, it's kind of a
pleasant surprise, you know? Yes.

I filled it up so you can have what
you wanted to choose from.

OK, cut all intro.

As we go along, Johnny, tell me
where you want them in or out

and I'll write it down, OK?

One, two, three...

MUSIC: Land Of Israel
by Johnny Cash

From the top of Sinai

To the Sea of Galilee...
CREW CHATTERS

..Every hill and plain is home

Every place is dear to me

There the breezes tell the stories

Oh, what stories they do tell

Of the mighty things that happened

In the land of Israel

Here, where Moses and the prophets

Spoke of one who would be king

Of a heavenly messiah

And the blessings he would bring

Oh, to hear again the call

All is peaceful, all is well

Upon every rock and mountain

In the land of Israel.

Where my daddy was born. Yeah.

Kingsland, that's where I was born.
Oh, great.

Well, do we go right past
on this...? No, we turn.

We turned south here,
on 81, to Monticello.

We're not very far off,
then, are we now? No.

We're almost there.

When you come from
either side of that river,

and that's part of the country,

you learn to understand most
everything, you have to,

cos it's a grind from the time
you get up till you lay down.

And there ain't nothing
given to you. You sweat.

Somebody in the family sweats for
that bread that's on that plate.

Right, John? Yes.

And it's usually the whole family
it takes to make a living,

whether it's cotton...and, er, the
people that's farming the land...

is not the one that gets the money.

Somebody owns it
and you get part of it.

MUSIC: Daddy Sang Bass
by Johnny Cash

I remember when I was a lad
Times were hard and things were bad

But there's a silver linin'
behind every cloud

Just poor people
That's all we were

Tryin' to make a livin'
out of black land earth

We'd get together
in a family circle singin' loud

Daddy sang bass
Mama sang tenor

Me and little brother
would join right in there

Cos singin' seems
to help a troubled soul

One of these days
and it won't be long

I'll rejoin them in a song

I'm gonna join the family circle
at the throne

No, the circle won't be broken

By and by, Lord, by and by

Daddy'll sing bass
Mama'll sing tenor

Me and little brother
will join right in there

In the sky, Lord, in the sky

I remember after work
Mama would call in all of us

You could hear us singin'
for a country mile

Now little brother has done gone on

But I'll rejoin him in a song

We'll be together again up yonder
in a little while

Daddy'll sing bass
Mama'll sing tenor

Me and little brother
would join right in there

Cos singin' seems to help
a troubled soul

One of these days
and it won't be long...

CHEERING

Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.

BAND BEGINS,
HUGE CHEER

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend

And I ain't seen the sunshine
since I don't know when

I'm stuck in Folsom Prison

And time keeps draggin' on

But that train keeps a-rollin'
on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby
my mama told me, son

Always be a good boy
Don't ever play with guns

But I shot a man in Reno
just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowing

I hang my head and cry...

Hey, come on!

GUITAR SOLO,
CHEERING

Ye-e-eah!

I bet there's rich folks
eating in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinking coffee
and smoking big cigars

Well, I know I had it coming

I know I can't be free

But those people keep a-moving

And that's what tortures me...

Go for it! Yeah
GUITAR SOLO

CHEERING

..Well, if they freed me
from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

I bet I'd move it on
a little farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle
blow my blues away.

MUSIC STOPS

Do you think it's a main theme going
through country and western music?

A main message or a type of thing
you're trying to appeal to

in the country and western songs
that you do? Um...

Well, the things of country music
are much the same in other music.

There's love, and love is the main
theme of all music, of course.

Um...

There's much more sadness
in country music.

Um, I don't know what the real
reason is, maybe because, er...

I don't know, because of the fact
that it is from the grassroots

and of the simple way of life.

MAN: Look up there.
There's some good-looking apples.

The best apples are still up
in the tree, way up in the top.

But I couldn't shake them down
without that.

CHILD: I... I don't want...

LEAVES RUSTLE

Too many apples.

Johnny, that will kick you,
you better watch it.

Daddy, did you...? Watch it, she
will kick if you hit her back there.

Rosanne, watch it!
Watch it, Rosanne.

Walk behind her, honey,
she might kick.

I'm sorry, he was just fixing
to hit her back there,

and that would have been
all it would have taken!

There.
MAN LAUGHS: You go in behind!

Get over here, girl!
LAUGHTER CONTINUES

Oh, John, please, that's cruelty!

CHILDREN LAUGH

Go, Jenny!

CHILDREN CHATTER
Come here, come here, come here.

I'm shivering. I am too, I am cold.
I'm cold, I cannot continue.

I wish she would bray.
She brays just like her daddy.

MAN BRAYS

Like Gordon used to do, you know.
Mm-hm.

The first year that we was at Dyess,
let's see, how old were you?

Oh, four years old. Four years old?

I went the runs at the river one
evening... Now, this is true...

Come on in.

SPEECH DROWNED OUT BY CHILDREN
..come on in here.

JOHNNY: Come here!
CHILDREN CHATTER

Waiting for them to just
come by... You have to!

I really don't have to sing
that song again, do I?

LAUGHTER
Yeah, I forgot that song...

On Monday, we have bread and gravy

On Tuesday, it's gravy and bread

On Wednesday and Thursday
it's gravy and toast

But that's only
gravy and bread...

LAUGHTER
On Friday, we said to the landlord

Landlord?
Oh, please give us something instead

So on Saturday morning
by way of a change

We had gravy
without any bread...

LAUGHTER

Good for you!

JOHNNY APPLAUDS: Yey!

OK, girls, sing.

Daddy, you want to sing us a song?

Johnny, I ain't no singer.

There's one thing...
You would sing it in the bathtub.

And his name was Slicker?
What was that song? No.

Sing all them World War I songs.
No, I don't think I could do it.

About where you walked up to the fire
alarm box and it was in New York.

Sing that one. Oh, that...
Let me hear it.

Grab that propeller?

I'd writ some letters on the train
that I wanted to mail back home

And I'd tell 'em about the things
I'd seen and just how far I'd come

I'd seen a box all painted red
and I dropped the letters in

Fire engines came from all around
and the bells began to ring...

WOMAN LAUGHS
And oh, my, what they did to me

Squirted water all over me!
I grabbed up a man and I said to him

Haul me out, I don't want to drown

He said, you're just a darned old
root from a high grass town...

I don't remember all of it, sorry.
I ain't going to sing no more.

LAUGHTER

Tom Ford used to sing that.

He learned that to me
when I was a little boy.

I was a little boy,
about four years old,

when the Mississippi River
broke the levee.

Floodwaters come over
the cotton land,

come up to the doorstep
at the front of the house.

One morning, I was laying in the bed

and I heard my mama hollering
to my daddy, she said...

How high's the water, Daddy?

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
Two feet high and risin'

How high's the water, Mama?
Two feet high and risin'

We can make it to the road
in a home-made boat

That's the only thing
we got left that'll float

It's already over
all the wheat and the oats

Two feet high and risin'

How high's the water, Mama?

Three feet high and risin'

How high's the water, Papa?

She said it's
three feet high and risin'

Well, my hives are gone
I lost my bees

The chickens are sleepin'
in the willow trees

Cow's in water up past her knees

Three feet high and risin'

How high's the water, Mama?

Four feet high and risin'

How high's the water, Papa?

She said it's
four feet high and risin'

Hey, come look through
the window pane

The bus is comin'
Gonna take us to the train

Looks like we'll be blessed
with a little more rain

Four feet high and risin'

How high's the water, Mama?

Five feet high and risin'

How high's the water, Papa?

She said it's
five feet high and risin'

The rails are washed out
north of town

We gotta head for higher ground

We can't come back
till the water goes down

Five feet high and risin'

Five feet high and risin'.

APPLAUSE

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.
You were wonderful!

Thank you, nice to be with you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Yeah, how you doing?

OK?

CAMERA CLICKS
Thank you. Thank you.

SOFT CHATTER

Thank you. Thank you, girls.

WOMAN SPEAKS SOFTLY
Thank you, how sweet.

When I thinks about the best
we could say about Johnny...

Why, that's very nice.
..I even got a tune to it.

Let's hear it. Let's hear it.

Under lightning, rain or sleet
Johnny Cash just can't be beat

This ain't no lyin'
It ain't no bluff

When Johnny sings
He does his stuff...

LAUGHTER

APPLAUSE
Aw, that's cute! That's very nice.

She wants you to play something
first. What? Great Speckled Bird.

I mean, that's asking a favour...
They will want me out of here.

Just... All right, open the door.

GUITAR PLAYING BEGINS
Come in, honey, come in.

That's part of it.
We got your records...

What a beautiful thought
I am thinking

Concerning the great speckled bird

And to know
that my name is recorded

On the pages of God's holy word

Desiring...

To lower her standards

I watch every move that she makes

They long to find fault
with her teaching

But really she makes no mistakes

And when he cometh
descending from heaven

On a cloud
like he wrote in his word

I'll be joyfully carried
to meet him

On the wings
of the great speckled bird.

What do you think that means?

The great speckled bird is,
er, a symbol of the Church.

That's what it means.

You were talking about songs
being a part of me.

Now, we've bought some property
up near Smithville.

It's woods and there's a trout
stream running to the cliffs

and we were up there not long ago,
June, the girls and I,

and I sat down on a rock

and started writing a thing that
I don't know if it would be...

It might possibly be recorded
commercially, I don't know,

it's called, um...

Well, what, it's called, er...

What I Need Is You.
All I Need Is You, I believe, yeah.

You're All I Need.
HE BEGINS PLAYING

Beside a singin' mountain stream

Where the pussy willow grew

Where the silver leaf of maple

Sparkled in the morning dew

I braided twigs of willow

Made a string of buckeye beads

But flesh and blood
needs flesh and blood

And you are what I need

Flesh and blood
needs flesh and blood

And you are what I need

I leaned against the bark of birch

And I smelled the honey dew

I watched a flock of geese

Against the sky of baby blue

I walked among the lily pads

Carved a whistle from a reed

Mother Nature's quite a lady

But you are what I need

Mother Nature's quite a lady

But you are what I need.

I think that's pretty.

And there's another verse, of course,
I always forget the last verse.

SHE LAUGHS

HE SINGS TO HIMSELF
John always writes these songs down.

A mockingbird sang in the trees

And I thanked him for the song

Then the sun
went slowly to the west

And I had to move along

I walked...
I walked through...

I walked beside the wild oats

Where the roebuck...
Where the deer and the roebuck feed

But flesh and blood
calls for flesh and blood

And you are what I need

Flesh and blood
calls for flesh and blood

And you are what I need.

That's another little thing
I wrote just...

in one of my alone moods.

I didn't mind the hard work
on the farm all that much.

It's something
that we had to do and so,

we accepted it that hard work
was part of our life.

I'm sure that, if you've ever
lived on a cotton patch

or any part of the country
where times are hard,

that you appreciate the good things
when they do come much more.

John and I talked many times
about the old saying

and that line that says,

"Steel is strong because it knew
the hammer and white heat."

HE LAUGHS
I'm, er, I've learned, um,

to adapt very well to prosperity,
I like it.

From the home
of the world-renowned Grand Ole Opry

in Nashville, Tennessee,
the Kraft Music Hall presents...

The Second Annual
Country Music Awards!

APPLAUSE,
FANFARE PLAYS

With guest stars
Roy Acuff, Chet Atkins,

Pat Boone, Bobby Goldsboro,

Roger Miller, Jeannie C Riley,

Tex Ritter, Bob Wills, Johnny Cash!

The next award is for the
Country Music Album Of The Year.

The albums nominated are...

Best Of Merle Haggard.
Performer - Merle Haggard.

By The Time I Get To Phoenix.
Performer - Glen Campbell.

D-I-V-O-R-C-E.
Performer - Tammy Wynette.

Gentle On My Mind.
Performer - Glen Campbell.

And Johnny Cash At Folsom Prison.
Performer - Johnny Cash.

The winner is...

The Album Of The Year -
Johnny Cash At Folsom Prison.

CHEERING,
FANFARE PLAYS

Thank you.

I would like to say, first of all,

thanks to the people
that helped support me

to make this possible, to...

..Luther Perkins especially.
Thank you.

APPLAUSE

Mr Davies, how are you doing?

Hello there. How are you doing?

Hello. Hello.

How are you doing? What's your name?

Don Freed. Nice to meet you, Don.
Nice to meet you too.

Are you the fella that came down from
Canada? That's right. Saskatoon.

..Going merrily downhill, sort of.

He had such high ideals,

I kind of hated to stand by
and watch him.

Come away from the roadside

Your feat, it is done

The battle is over

You have both lost and won

For the drums, they're but an echo

Your trumpet players die

Come away, come away

And know how hard you tried

The king, he holds the aces

He has not held your hand

The queen, with her embraces

You did not understand

And the seeds that have fallen

Along the weary hobo's trail

And just as they have fallen

Don't let yourself be felled...

HE PLAYS HARMONICA

Good. Very good writing. Would you
like to hear another? Mm-hm.

All right. I'll sit down. Sure.

That's a beautiful tune.
A very pretty tune.

I'd like to get you an audition
with Columbia Records.

I don't want you to do it
just as a favour.

If you don't think I'm good
enough... I wouldn't do it

just as a favour. If I didn't think
you were good enough,

I wouldn't do it at all.

But I think you've got it,

so I'll be happy to try
to set you up an audition.

I want to hear another.

I'll see if I can find that guy.

HE LAUGHS

Look a-yonder comin'

Comin' down that railroad track

Hey, look a-yonder comin'

Comin' down that railroad track

It's that Orange Blossom Special

Bringin' my baby back...

HE CHUCKLES

..Well, I'm going down to Florida

And get some sand in my shoes

Or maybe Californy

And get some sand in my shoes

I'll ride that
Orange Blossom Special

And lose these New York blues...

CROWD CHEERS

"Say, man,
when you going back to Florida?"

"I don't know, I don't reckon
I'll ever go back to Florida."

"Ain't you worried about getting
your nourishment in New York?"

"Well, I don't care
if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do."

..Hey, talk about a-ramblin'

She's the fastest train on the line

# Talk about a-travellin'

She's the fastest train on the line

# It's that Orange Blossom Special

Rollin' down the seaboard line...

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

COUGHING

You want me to get in closer on it?

You want me to get in closer?

Down the street
the dogs are barking

And the day is getting dark

As the night begins to fall

Then the dogs will lose their bark

And the silent night will shatter

From the sounds inside my mind

And I'm just one too many mornings

And a thousand miles behind

From the crossroads of my doorstep

My eyes, they begin to fade

And I turn my head back
to the room

Where my love and I have laid

And I gaze back to the street

The sidewalk and the sign

And I'm one too many mornings

And a thousand miles behind

Yea-eah

Well, it's a restless, hungry
feeling

It don't do nobody no good

And everything I'm saying

You can say it just as good

Cos you're right from your side

That I'm right from mine

I know it

We're just one too many mornings

And a thousand miles behind

Dead right

Down the street
the dogs are barking

And the day is getting dark

# As the night comes in a-falling

The dogs will lose their bark

And the silent night will shatter

From the sounds inside my mind

Dead right

BOTH: As I'm one too many mornings

And a thousand miles behind

I'm just one too many mornings

And a thousand miles behind

Just one too many mornings

And a thousand miles behind

I'm just one too many mornings

And a thousand miles behind

I'm just one too many mornings

And a thousand

And a thousand
And a thousand

Another thousand
Miles and miles

Yeah, a thousand miles
A thousand miles behind

And a thousand miles behind

I'm just one too many mornings

And a thousand miles behind...

I've got very little
Indian blood in me, myself,

except in my heart.
I've got 100% for you tonight.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Thank you.

Gather round me, people

There's a story I would tell

About a brave young Indian

That we should remember well

From the tribe of the Pima Indian

A proud and peaceful band

Who farmed the Phoenix Valley
in Arizona land

Down the ditches
for a thousand years

The water grew Ira's people's crops

Till the white man stole
the water rights

And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry

And their land grew crops of weeds

But when war came, Ira volunteered

And forgot the white man's greed

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer any more

Not the whisky-drinking Indian

Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled
up Iwo Jima's hill

Two hundred and fifty men

But only twenty seven lived
to fight back down again

And when that fight was over

And when Old Glory raised

Among the men who held it high

Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer any more

Not the whisky-drinking Indian

Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira Hayes returned a hero

Celebrated through the land

He was wined and speeched
and honoured

Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian

No water, no crops, no chance

At home nobody cared
what Ira'd done

And when did the Indians dance?

And then Ira started drinking hard

Jail was often his home

There they'd let him
raise the flag and lower it

Like you'd throw a dog a bone

He died drunk early one morning

Alone in the land he fought to save

Two inches of water
in a lonely ditch

Was a grave for Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer any more

Not the whisky-drinking Indian

Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes

But his land is just as dry

And his ghost is lying thirsty

In the ditch where Ira died. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

WHISTLING

Thank you.

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Sometimes it causes me to tremble

Tremble, tremble, tremble

Tremble

Were you there
when they laid him in the tomb?

Were you there
when the stone was rolled away?

Were you there
when the stone was rolled away?

Ooh...

Ooh-ooh

Sometimes it causes me to tremble

Tremble, tremble, tremble

Tremble

Were you there
when the stone was rolled away?

APPLAUSE

They call it sharecropping.

And these are sharecropper houses,
bungalows, here.

Most of them are what they call
"shotgun shacks".

There's three rooms in a row.

A front room, a middle room
and a back room.

Each one of these houses

had a barn,

a chicken house,
a smokehouse, where the farmers...

They raised their own hogs
and cured their meat.

And they had a mule
and 20 acres of land here.

The next house, just up the road,

the line, the property line,
was halfway between the two houses.

They all had 20 acres of land
to begin with in 1935.

And this is one of those...
You called it a canal,

it's a drainage ditch.
This is ditch 40. Oh, wow.

Are these the banks...?

These are some of the banks that...
that my daddy and all of them

were cleaning off when I was
a water boy on the river gang.

I'd just soon wait over there.

The bus is heavy.

The only original building
in the circle

is the administration building.

There's the Dyess Theater where
I saw all the Tex Ritter movies,

Sunset Carson, Gene Autry movies

There was a bank, a theatre,

there was a big co-op store
over there.

There was a nice restaurant there.

It was a beautiful little place.

Was it...?

The library's on down here,
isn't it? Mm-hm.

There it is. Frank Huff,
that I was telling you about,

right there he is.

Really? Mm-hm.

There is Frank Huff.

Hello, Mr Huff!

INDISTINCT REPLY

I got to get out to talk to him for a
minute. Just a minute, I'll get out.

Hi. Get out, get out!

I will.

Shall I turn it off, John, or...

You still live out here on the road?
No, I live here.

Oh, you do?

Is Jay still up north?

Yes, he is still up there.

Hi, how are you doing?

How are you doing?

Good to see you.

Long time. Sure...

Is it locked? Yeah.

John, is that the same...?
Was that there, back years ago?

No, I don't think...
These concrete blocks were.

Sure looks smaller, doesn't it?

Yes, it's just amazing
how small all the rooms look.

Here's something
that broke me up, Louise.

On the floor there,
the holes where Mama's stove...

wore holes in the floor.

We moved in this house
in the winter of 1935.

There were five cans of paint
sitting there on the floor.

It's all there was, remember?

Every one of us sat down in
the middle of the floor and cried.

First new house we'd ever owned.

This is where I'd sit
and listen to the radio.

I thought of that very thing.

Remember at night, Daddy'd say,
"Turn it down, John!"

He'd sit there with his ear
glued to that radio...

Did he think
if he turned it down...?

Yeah.

My bills are all due
and the babies need shoes

But I'm busted

Cotton's gone down
to a quarter a pound

And I'm busted

I got a cow that went dry

And a hen that won't lay

A big stack of bills

That get bigger each day

The county will haul
my belongings away

I'm busted

I called on my brother
to ask for a loan

I was busted

I hate to beg like a dog for a bone

But I'm busted

My brother said
there ain't a thing I can do

My wife and my kids
are all down with the flu

And I was just thinking
of calling on you

I'm busted.

I walked in the big yard
to feel the warm sunshine

A ninety-nine-year man
stepped over to me

He offered a smoke
and he said as I rolled it

Tomorrow I'm going to break out
and go free

They watch us by sunlight

They watch us by spotlight

But I know a way
for a man to go free

Down under my cell
I'm digging a tunnel

The walls of a prison
will never hold me

Next morning at breakfast
the old man was missing

Then we all heard the rifles
high up on the wall

He'd gone through the tunnel
just like he had promised

And they said he was crying
when they saw him fall

They watch us by sunlight

They watch us by spotlight

But I know a way
for a man to go free

Down under my cell
I'm digging a tunnel

The walls of a prison
will never hold me...

INDISTINCT CHATTER

I was hoping it'd be bad.

You know,
it's not like Folsom Prison,

but it gives you the same feeling,
doesn't it?

A prison's a prison.

That's all it is.

Go around,
back through the passageway.

All right.

Thank you very much.
You're very kind

and we've enjoyed singing for you
this afternoon,

but we would like to continue
with the Johnny Cash Show

and bring to you the man
that you've actually come to see.

I'm sure you'll enjoy him
this afternoon.

He seems to have
a lot of things in common with you.

Mr Johnny Cash!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Now, I taught the weeping willow
how to cry

And I showed the clouds
how to cover up a clear-blue sky

And the tears I cried
for that woman

Are gonna flood you, big river

And I'm gonna sit right here
until I die

Then you took me to St Louis

Later on down the river

A freighter said she's been here
but she's gone, boy, she's gone

I found her trail in Memphis
but she just walked up the bluff

She raised a few eyebrows
and went on down alone

Now, won't you batter down
by Baton Rouge, River Queen

Roll it on

Take that woman on down
to New Orleans, New Orleans

Go on, I've had enough
Dump my blues down in the gulf

She loves you, Big River
More than me.

Yeah!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

You guys must say something nice
for the camera, now,

don't say "Shit"
or anything like that.

Can't put that on TV.

The fellas here on the bass
and the drums have been with me

for about 13 years.

This is Marshall Grant
and WS Holland.

Let's give them a big hand.

APPLAUSE

The young man on the guitar
has been with us just a short while,

since the death of our guitar player
Luther Perkins,

for about four or five months.

He's joined the group
and doing a great job -

from Tulsa, Oklahoma, Bob Wootton.

WHISTLING AND APPLAUSE

Well, we did a show at Folsom Prison
in California.

And, er...there's some pretty
mean-looking characters out there

compared to some of you fellas.

One guy I know is in for life
for stealing eggs.

LAUGHTER

Here's some of the songs
we did out at Folsom,

and...we've done
at almost all of our shows.

Ten years ago
on a cold, dark night

Someone was killed
'neath the town hall lights

There were few at the scene
but they all agreed

That the slayer who ran
looked a lot like me

The scaffold is high
and eternity is near

She stood in the crowd
and shed not a tear

But sometimes at night
when the cold wind moans

In a long black veil
she cries o'er my bones

She walks these hills
in a long black veil

She visits my grave
when the night winds wail

Nobody knows, nobody sees

Nobody knows but me.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Hi!

We got married in a fever

Hotter than a pepper sprout

We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson

Ever since the fire went out

I'm goin' to Jackson

I'm gonna mess around

Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson

Look out, Jackson town...

Look out!

Well, go on down to Jackson

Go ahead and wreck your health

Go play your hand
you big-talkin' man

Make a big fool of yourself

You're goin' to Jackson

You big-talkin' man

And I'll be waitin' in Jackson

Behind my Jaypen fan

Well, when I breeze into that city

The people gonna stoop and bow...

Ha!

All them women gonna make me
teach 'em what they don't know how

I'm goin' to Jackson

You turn-a loose my coat

Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson

"Goodbye", that's all she wrote

Well, they'll laugh at you
in Jackson

And I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg

They'll lead you round town
like a scalded hound

With your tail tucked
between your legs

You'll go to Jackson

You big-talkin' man

And I'll be waitin' in Jackson

Behind my Jaypen fan

Well

We got married in a fever

Hotter than a pepper sprout

We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson

Ever since the fire went out

I'm goin' to Jackson

And that's a fact

Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson

Ain't never coming back

Well, we got married in a fever
Ooh...

Hotter than a pepper sprout
Ooh...

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Join your friends while you got 'em

Cos you know
they're gettin' fewer every day

You can't wait to let them
take you to the bottom

And I'm gettin' tired
of standin' in your way

But when you hit the ground
don't come looking around

For the pieces of the love
you threw away

That's the price of the high life
you're livin'

And you still got the devil to pay

You've been flying so high
you don't know that you're blind

To the writin' on the wall

But some day you'll look down

And you'll find
you've got no place to fall

When your bright lights are gone

You'll be standing alone

Forsaken in the naked light of day

And then you'll know
that it's all over but the dying

And you've still got
the devil to pay.