Letras:
Cash Johnny Drums

when they call Billy though I've got an Indian name And there are drums beyond the mountain Indian drums that you can't hear There are drums beyond

: (Bruce Springsteen) Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold Where the miles are marked in the blood

this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the guitar Young Trev' on the drums Grand Ole

dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow

I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed

Life was a bottle of alcohol And pills and blues and gals And every hung over mornin' Was an unheeded warnin' That I shared with my lost pals And the

got flavor at the Dangerous Crew camp Save your money, can't use dem food stamps Other crews like to sample and mix But our crew, we just play that shit live Drums

Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums Where the shots echo, for twisted metal for cash

since the sixties Well, he's fed up with hearin' about Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin Raye Billy Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie He saw Johnny Cash