..tonight..

[redemption]

all lovers of music, at one point, must return to johnny cash like the rock and roll prodigal sons we are.

"forgive us, father cash, for we know not what we listen to."

folsom prison blues
-johnny cash-

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 at folsom prison
and time keeps draggin' on.
but that train keeps 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 folk eatin'
in a fancy dining car.
they're prob'ly 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 on 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.

amen.