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Rose65
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Love him, his voice, his songs. Fascinating man.
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Why is johnny's right arm all messed up, blue haze. Is this AI generated?
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He is smoking outside of the gate. What you see is his exhaled smoke. (ring of smoke)
See cigarette in his left hand.
The Surprising Age Johnny Cash First Started Smoking: 13 years old.
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The Last Gunfighter Ballad
"The title track of Cash’s 55th album was written by Guy Clark, who also recorded a version of the song featuring Waylon Jennings."
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
The old gunfighter stood on the porch and stared into the sun
And relived all the old days back when he was living by the gun
When deadly games of pride were played and
Living was mistakes not made
And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
And it's always keep your back to the sun
And you can almost feel the weight of that gun
And it's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye
And it's a time for all slow men to die
His eyes get squinty and he's straight as log
And he empties his gun at the dirty dog
And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar
And he's back in his chair in front of a bar
And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
The dead are dust and and the whiskey's inside
So buy him a drink and lend him an ear
He's nobody's fool but he's the only one here
Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Son I stood in that street before it was paved
I learned the shoot or be shot before I could shave
And I did it all for the money and the fame
Noble was nothing but feeling no shame
And nothing was sacred but staying alive
And all that I learned from a Colt 45
Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
To cuss the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Now he's just an old man that nobody believes
Says he's a gunfighter, the last of this breed
And there's ghosts in the street seeking revenge
Calling him out to the lunatic fringe
He's out in the traffic now checking the sun
And he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
"The title track of Cash’s 55th album was written by Guy Clark, who also recorded a version of the song featuring Waylon Jennings."
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
The old gunfighter stood on the porch and stared into the sun
And relived all the old days back when he was living by the gun
When deadly games of pride were played and
Living was mistakes not made
And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
And it's always keep your back to the sun
And you can almost feel the weight of that gun
And it's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye
And it's a time for all slow men to die
His eyes get squinty and he's straight as log
And he empties his gun at the dirty dog
And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar
And he's back in his chair in front of a bar
And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
The dead are dust and and the whiskey's inside
So buy him a drink and lend him an ear
He's nobody's fool but he's the only one here
Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Son I stood in that street before it was paved
I learned the shoot or be shot before I could shave
And I did it all for the money and the fame
Noble was nothing but feeling no shame
And nothing was sacred but staying alive
And all that I learned from a Colt 45
Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
To cuss the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Now he's just an old man that nobody believes
Says he's a gunfighter, the last of this breed
And there's ghosts in the street seeking revenge
Calling him out to the lunatic fringe
He's out in the traffic now checking the sun
And he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
GoneFishin
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I fell into a hazy ring of smokeHe is smoking outside of the gate. What you see is his exhaled smoke. (ring of smoke)
See cigarette in his left hand.
The Surprising Age Johnny Cash First Started Smoking
I went down down down and the smoke got thicker
That ring of smoke
The ring of smoke
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Saying Goodbye to Cigarettes and Johnny Cash
by Alice Whiting
"I started smoking when I was 21. I was living in London and made friends with an Italian girl who smoked religiously."
"The first moment I ever saw her when I arrived for my first day of film school, she was sitting outside alone smoking one of her long, white cigarettes. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, her thick eyebrows furrowed as she concentrated on something unknown. She would bring the cigarette to her mouth and reveal chipped red varnish on her fingernails which matched the colour on her lips."
"It turned out we were born on the same day, in the same year. We weren’t that similar. She liked listening to Maria Callas. I liked Johnny Cash. I would tell her about the relationship I was in and how my boyfriend disapproved of my clothes, my hair, my friends, my art coursework, my university; ‘Basta,’ she would say in Italian, drawing a sharp line in the air with her cigarette; ‘Enough.’" READ MORE
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Johnny Cash – “There will never be another Cash. Never…”
"Everyone knows the mythical image of The Man In Black. But the truth about Johnny Cash was a whole lot more complicated. A “folk hero for the world”, and a humble man who struggled with addiction for his entire life. In this archive feature from Uncut’s February 2009 issue (Take 141), we present a revelatory new portrait of Cash’s life. We talk to many of the people who knew him best – the children, the bandmates, the managers, the peers – and discover the unexpurgated truth about this titan of American music. “He survived,” says his one-time son-in-law, “what Elvis didn’t…” Words: Alastair McKay" READ MORE
