Silver Album

Artist(s): Johnny Cash

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Johnny Cash Silver Cover Art

Tracklist

The L & N Don’t Stop Here Anymore

length: 3:18
producer: Brian Ahern
piano: Earl Poole Ball
guitar: Jack Clement, Jack Routh, Jerry Hensley and Johnny Cash
percussion: Mark Morris
acoustic guitar: Brian Ahern
fiddle: Ricky Skaggs
vocal: Johnny Cash
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
mandocello: Bob Johnson
French horn: Jack Hale and Bob Lewin
trumpet: Jack Hale and Bob Lewin
lyricist: Jean Ritchie
composer: Jean Ritchie

When I was a curly headed baby
My daddy sat me down upon his knee
He said, "Boy, you go to school and learn your letters
Don't you be a dirty miner like me"

I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow
Coal cars rambled past my door
Now they're standin' in a rusty row all empty
And the L & N
Don't stop here anymore

I used to think my daddy was a black man
With script enough to buy the company store
Now he goes downtown with empty pockets
And his face is white as a February snow

I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow
Coal cars rambled past my door
Now they're standin' in a rusty row all empty
And the L & N
Don't stop here anymore


Last night I dreamed I went down to the coal yard
To draw my pay like I always did before
But them ol' kudzu vines were comin' through the window
And the leaves and grass were growin' through the floor

I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow
Coal cars rambled past my door
Now they're standin' in a rusty row all empty
And the L & N
Don't stop here anymore



Lonesome to the Bone

length: 2:42
producer: Brian Ahern
piano: Earl Poole Ball
vocal: Johnny Cash
guitar: Jerry Hensley and Johnny Cash
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
trumpet: Jack Hale and Bob Lewin
writer: Johnny Cash
On the park bench I slept on raindrops are fallin' on the newspapers coverin' me
I hear early morning motors and I know the world is waking for the dawn
But my mind's down in dark alley somewhere where last night you loved me
And in the early morning chill my arms remember still
But I'm droppin' like a stone lonesome to the bone

The sun is roughly rising on the roofs of stagger town
The time for sweatin' poison out is just now comin' round
The high time of last midnight is over with and gone
Leaving me lonesome to the bone

I walked away the wind blows and any way the wind goes will be good enough for me
The streets are loud and crowded but I walk my weary way lost and alone
Your hot breath and your laughter keep flashing through my mind to warm me
But the naked light of day soon makes it fade away
And I'm droppin' like a stone lonesome to the bone

The sun is roughly rising

Bull Rider

length: 3:13
producer: Brian Ahern
vocal: Johnny Cash
guitar: Johnny Cash, Jerry Hensley and Jack Routh
acoustic guitar: Jack Routh
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
fiddle: Ricky Skaggs
banjo: Ricky Skaggs
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
piano: Earl Poole Ball and Charles Cochran
composer: Rodney Crowell
lyricist: Rodney Crowell
Well first you gotta want to get off,
Bad enough to want to get on in the first place
And you better trust in your lady luck
Pray to God that she don't give up on you right now

Live fast, die young, bull rider

One hand hold is all you got
To pit you and the bull against the clock and a course crowd
And once apon a spinning ton
Nothing else you've ever done can pull this way
You're just outside the bucking chute
You lose a spur and you lose your seat and you lose yourself
By now he's bucking mean and dirty
Slinging mud and cowboy boots and kicking clowns

No fools, no fun, bull rider

You gotta feel the way he's moving, you gotta watch his head
And brace yourself for anything that render you might dead
You know the art of hanging loose is hanging just as tight
Well it's something like a hurricane that's dancing with a kite

Well the rodeo is more than rough
It's a fact of life and it's tough to cut and it's beaver hats
It's drinking beer and pulling trailers
Tight lemae on barrel racers and a horse bucking

No rides, no pay, bull rider

Live fast, die young, bull rider

I’ll Say It’s True

length: 2:49
producer: Brian Ahern
performer: George Jones
vocal: George Jones and Johnny Cash
guitar: Jack Routh, Johnny Cash, Jack Clement and Jerry Hensley
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
percussion: Mark Morris
piano: Earl Poole Ball
writer: Johnny Cash
I've never been in prison
I don't know much about trains
My favorite singer cooks my breakfast
I like her fancy and I like her plain

I love bright and flashing colors
Like hot pink and Dresden blue
But if they ask me if it's true
That I still love you, I'll say it's true

I'd happy in a mansion
Or in an old rundown shotgun shack
I like the feel of silk and satin
So I don't know why I wear black

I love New York City
Bet your cowgirl boots I do
But if they ask me if it's true
That I still love you, I'll say it's true

I'll say it's true
So don't let it bother you
Just let them old tales all stay twisted
I will set 'em straight about you

I have not been in the army
I'm an Indian from years ago
When they ask if I know Waylon
I tell them, I think so

I do not plan on retiring
From anything I do
But if they ask me if it's true
That I still love you, I'll say it's true

I'll say it's true
So don't let it bother you
Just let them old tales all stay twisted
I will set 'em straight on you

I got plans to keep right on singin'
And I do know Emmylou
But if they ask me if it's true
That I still love you, I'll say it's true

(Ghost) Riders in the Sky

length: 3:46
producer: Brian Ahern
guitar: Jerry Hensley, Johnny Cash, Jack Clement and Jack Routh
percussion: Mark Morris
trumpet: Bob Lewin, Wayne Jackson and Jack Hale
vocal: The Carter Family, Johnny Cash and Jan Howard
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
fiddle: Ricky Skaggs
mandocello: Bob Johnson
banjo: Bob Johnson
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
piano: Earl Poole Ball
hammered dulcimer: Alisa Jones
French horn: Jack Hale and Bob Lewin
lyricist: Stan Jones
composer: Stan Jones
An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghost Riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay

Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky

Cocaine Blues

length: 3:22
producer: Brian Ahern
vocal: Johnny Cash
guitar: Johnny Cash, Jerry Hensley and Jack Routh
acoustic guitar: Jack Clement
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
12 string guitar: Ricky Skaggs
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
piano: Earl Poole Ball and Charles Cochran
composer: T.J. Arnall
lyricist: T.J. Arnall
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head.

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico.

Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.

I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
I shot her down cause she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more.

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
I had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail.

Early next morning about a half past nine
I spied a sheriff comin' down the line
He coughed and coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty hack into that district court

Into the court room my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about.

In about five minutes in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I hollered Lordy Lordy have mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
Ninety nine years in the Folsom pen
Ninety nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot my woman down
Come on you hawks and listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be

Muddy Waters

length: 3:30
producer: Brian Ahern
vocal: Johnny Cash
guitar: Jerry Hensley, Jack Routh and Johnny Cash
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
acoustic guitar: Jack Clement and Brian Ahern
mandocello: Bob Johnson
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
fiddle: Ricky Skaggs
piano: Earl Poole Ball
composer: Phil Rosenthal
Mary, grab the baby, river's rising,
Muddy water taking back the land!
Old frame house, she can't take one more beating,
Ain't no use to stay and make a stand.

Well, the morning light showed water in the valley,
Daddy's grave just went below the line!
Things to save, you just can't take 'em with you,
The flood'll swallow all you leave behind.

[CHORUS:]
Won't be back to start all over,
'Cause what I felt before is gone!
Mary, take the child, river's rising,
Muddy water taking back my home.

[Steel Guitar Solo]

The road is gone, there's just one way to leave here,
Turn my back on what I've left below-oh!
Shifting lands, broken farms around me,
Muddy waters changing all I know.

Hard to say just what I'm losing,
Ain't never felt so all alone!
Mary, take the child, river's rising,
Muddy water taking back my home.

[Fiddle Solo]

[CHORUS]

That muddy water taking back my home!
Muddy waters taking back my home!
Muddy water taking back my home.

West Canterbury Subdivision Blues

length: 3:49
producer: Brian Ahern
vocal: Johnny Cash
guitar: Jack Clement, Jack Routh, Jerry Hensley and Johnny Cash
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
fiddle: Ricky Skaggs
mandocello: Bob Johnson
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
percussion: Mark Morris
piano: Earl Poole Ball
trumpet: Jack Hale and Bob Lewin
writer: Jack Clement
I built her a castle of perma stone
But I should have reigned more with her
Too often I left my queen alone
And that was no way to leave her

I rode out in quest of song and wine
And that was no way to treat her
I kept her hangin' like grapes on the vine
And that was no way to keep her

Reds Goodguy rode by on his milk white steed
And casually mentioned my misdeeds
He promised her love far greater than mine
Thus pulled out and plucked my grapes from the vine

I built her a castle with patios
But I seldom cooked out upon it
I bought her a TV with stereo
But I never listened much to it

Now I have a castle but the queen's not home
And that is no way to have her
I have the vine but the grapes are gone
And that's no way to run a vineyard

Reds Goodguy rode by on his milk white steed
And casually mentioned my misdeeds
He promised her love far greater than mine
Thus pulled out and plucked my grapes from the vine

Lately I Been Leanin’ Toward the Blues

length: 2:37
producer: Brian Ahern
piano: Earl Poole Ball
vocal: Johnny Cash
guitar: Jack Routh, Jerry Hensley, Johnny Cash and Jack Clement
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
trumpet: Bob Lewin and Jack Hale
fiddle: Ricky Skaggs
mandocello: Bob Johnson
percussion: Mark Morris
writer: Billy Joe Shaver
Lately I've been leanin' toward to blues
The lazy loafin' good for nothin' no count knock around
Ain't been worth a honky dime since country come to town
I'll tell you boys this waitin' up for somethin's got me down to nothin' left to lose

And lately I've been leanin' toward to blues
I said lately I've been leanin' toward to blues
I've been leanin' lately toward the blues
I've done held on till I can't turn loose

Everything is everything and everybody knows
We can't get nowhere by steppin' on each other's toes
And when it comes to Cotton Corners baby anyway you get here is just fine
Cause lately we've been doin' double time

And lately I've been leanin' toward to blues
I've been leanin' lately toward the blues
Done more soul in my old holy shoes
I said lately I've been leanin' toward to blues

I’m Gonna Sit on the Porch and Pick on My Old Guitar

length: 3:05
producer: Brian Ahern
piano: Earl Poole Ball
guitar: Jack Clement, Jack Routh and Johnny Cash
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
vocal: Johnny Cash
electric guitar: Bob Wootton
electric bass guitar: Marshall Grant
banjo: Jerry Hensley
percussion: Mark Morris
hammered dulcimer: Alisa Jones
trumpet: Wayne Jackson
writer: Johnny Cash
I'm gonna sit on the porch and pick on my old guitar
I'm gonna lay on my back and laugh at my lucky star
And then I'm gonna fly away and never come back someday
'Less I thought I was gonna land right close to where you are

Well, if I thought anybody cared I'd send back word
Strapped to the leg of a trans celestial bird
I wonder if I really ever did leave how many would there be to grieve?
How would they react to the word?

Well, I wouldn't ever want to hurt a solitary soul
I have still got all 6 foot 2 in control
But when my obligation's low is a greasy uphill road
And pleasin' everybody but me is my first goal

I want to sit on my porch and pick on my old guitar
And just hope you're hangin' loose where ever you are
And for the joy you brought to me this song I sung for thee
While I sit on my porch and pick on my old guitar