Thanks Johnny, and Goodbye

Engel was the one who first broke the news to me that Johnny Cash died today at 71. A very sad day. I remember listening to a greatest hits tape of his when I was 11 or 12 or so while working on plastic airplane models in the basement, after getting it for christmas or my birthday (“any tape of his that has A Boy Named Sue on it”). Great music. I was even just talking to Brad about him the other day.

In honor of the legendary Johnny Cash I am wearing all black today, from socks to shirt, and everything in between. I thought it was only appropriate.

Goodbye Johnny. Thanks for the years of great music.

Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin’

It’s rollin’ ’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 blowin’,

I hang my head and cry.

I bet there’s rich folks eatin’,

In a fancy dining car,

They’re probably drinkin’ coffee,

And smokin’ big cigars,

But I know I had it comin’,

I know I can’t be free,

But those people keep a-movin’,

And that’s what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,

If that railroad train was mine,

I bet I’d move out over 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.

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