(Joy to the world, the Lord is come) Here was a man, a man Who was born in a small village The son of a peasant woman He grew up in another small village
翻訳: ジョニーキャッシュ. ここに男だったの.
Pride was the man in black Rock and roll used to be about Johnny Cash Yeah, whatcha think about that? Well, I'm a crazy son of a (Bad word) But I know
the game Was worryin' about a white boy gettin' the fame They dug out the foundation Now let me give a demonstration Say, you got a dope group from the
you a sample, you ain't playin' these Kinda beats, so funky make your fingers pop If you can't find a sample you ain't got Not one damn thing for a
bars The night the promise was broken I was drunk and far away from home, Sleeping with a stranger In the back seat of a borrowed car Thunder road ... Here
I thaw a putty" Ghost, please you don't even want to know Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go Ricochet Rabbit had a habit, he was
's the man? Who's the man? (The Heavster, time keeps on slipping) Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man Phenomenon one, phenomenon two Who's the man
watch out yo it's time for MC bashin' got more loot than my man Johnny Cash and I'm hard like a 360 twice jam ask Dr. Dre and Ed Lover who's the man I
politics Why wouldnt i? Says negro on my birth certificate Born in 1960 in a nation Throughout / ive been a spokesperson For a generation Within the same ol fear of a
on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, f**k the fame I'm a simple man Mr.
jail like an old scared dog I tuck my tail Bow my head and not a careless word is said Gotta sleep on the floor once more at city jail Well I was hangin
"Pop, your loved ones all are here" but he just lay there with his eyes closed, and I think he shed a knowing tear Yes, I wanted so to tell that old man
hanging Joe Bean.Is Joe still here...Joe Bean?Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for killing a man
girl with the golden hair And she was a-riding on a Tennessee Mare Pretty little baby on the cabin floor And a little horse colt playing 'round the
nine There was trouble at a roadhouse out on the Michigan line There was a kid on the floor lookin' bad bleedin' hard from his head There was a girl cryin' at a
fishes five thousand had fish and bread Who was it everybody (it was Jesus) who was it everybody (it was Jesus) Who was it everybody (it was Jesus) it was
