Well they're building a gallows outside my cell And I've got 25 minutes to go And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I got 24 minutes to go Well they gave me some beans for my last meal With 23 minutes to go But nobody asked me how I feel I

Always gettin' in trouble And leaving little girls who hate to see me go 'Cuz I'm bad news, everywhere I go Ha ha ha come on bad news ha ha Well bad news travels like wildfire, good news travels slow They call me Ol' Wildfire, 'cuz everybody knows That

daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) me and little brother would join right in there in the sky, lord, in the sky one of these days and it won't be long i'll rejoin them in a song i'm gonna join the family circle at the throne by and by, lord, by and by i

When I feel the hidden power that lies inside your sound Like the ghost inside the atom that spins it round and round That conjures up that feeling of the sun inside the rain Oh no, you've gone again I feel like Daniel in the lion's den Stone cold in the

Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! I said go, go Johnny! Said oh, go Johnny! You better be good Johnny B. Goode Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood

Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down You can run on for a long time Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler

So I'm movin' on That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky That big loud whistle as it blew and blew Said hello to the

And it wouldn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come through your town I'm gonna ride around in style I'm gonna drive everybody wild 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine An' went to Detroit

And I'll ride again We are heroes of the homeland, American remains We live in many faces and answer many names We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind We'll ride again I am a shotgun rider, For the San Jacinto line, The desert is my brother,

Stripes around my shoulders I got stripes, I got chains, Chains around my feet I got stripes, And them chains, them chains, They're about to drag me down On a Monday, On a Tuesday,