Johnny Cash: Folsom Prison Blues
Don’t do it John
Voices of reason, heard as whispers
of treason
To that he knew was true
Continued plea
“Playin in a prison is no place
for you
Desperate men, malcontents,
cannot hear what is true”
Don’t
Defiant question
“Will eat me alive? Unlike those who are supposedly free
And chose to dismantle with
civility?”
Do
Sneering rebel walked on stage
To the hungry eyes
Of lifer’s
desperate for life
And John didn’t hesitate
To relate
That they were not alone
He had placed his finger on
It
Degrees of separation
So thinly honed
Joy filled faces
Met the heat
Thumping guitar beat
That they were not alone
They had a name, be it Jake or
even
John
Dangerous business
Do it John
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