Whiskey An A Cash Song

I've walked the line, in the shadow of a man,

With a heart like Folsom Prison, dark and damned.

Just like a bottle of whiskey,

Burning slow, unforgiving, yet free.

You can hear that lonesome whistle blowin' in my soul,

Life's a ring of fire where the heartache takes its toll.

God's gonna cut you down, that's what they all say,

But until then, I'm livin' life my way.

I've been a Boy Named Sue, tough as they come,

Fell into that burning ring, never to succumb.

Each sip of whiskey, a bitter, sweet embrace,

Reminding me of Johnny's voice, full of grace.

You can hear that lonesome whistle blowin' in my soul,

Life's a ring of fire where the heartache takes its toll.

God's gonna cut you down, that's what they all say,

But until then, I'm livin' life my way.

Sunday morning shadows, cold as San Quentin's wall,

Whiskey’s warmth and Johnny’s songs, catch me when I fall

Hurt runs deep, like an outlaw's land,

whiskey an that Man in Black taught me to understand.

The walk goes on with every Highwayman’s tune,

With whiskey's bite beneath the cold, hard moon.

Songs of train tracks faded on weathered dreams,

she walks These hills in the long black vell she visits my grave as the night winds wails... nobody knows nobody sees she fell in love with me,belongs to him not me 'her heart mine nobody knows nobody sees nobody knows but A Bottle Of Whiskey A Cash Song her an me