When I hear that wind blow, All across the Wicklow mountains. Is it you I hear a calling? Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy. When I look to the west, Out across the River Shannon. I can still see you smiling. Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy. When the leaves have turned to brown And winter's due. As I watch the sun go down, I'll think of you. When I hear that wind blow, All across the Wicklow mountains. Sure it's you, I'll hear a calling. Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.

Back about 1918, my father, Ray Cash was in the army in France Along about armistice day he was one of the proud men to stand inspection by general John J. Pershing Less than a year later my dad was back on a cotton farm in south-west Arkansas And, you know, the way of life didn't change very fast back home He rode a horse about ten miles every Sunday to see Miss Carrie Rivers In those days, when everyone in a country either rode a horse or wagon or walked You were probably a stranger if you were five miles from home, or less maybe Sometimes life was pretty tough so some of the people were tough too That's why my dad had a Colt .45 stuck in his belt every Sunday The first thing he always did was to lay his pistol on the manilow of the fireplace at grandpa Rivers When my parents got married, my mother, Carrie Rivers was 16 After that, it wasn't long 'til daddy wasn't considered a stranger So he made friends with 'most everybody around Daddy tells about an Irish immigrant on a railroad where he worked, the Cotton Belt line Who never stopped talkin' about going back to Dublin One of the first stories I ever remember my dad tellin' was one that an Irish immigrant told him And according to that particular source of information There was this boy, name Daniel McKinney, workin' on the fields one mornin' And across the fields came his sweetheart Rosa Lee, she came cryin' with tears in her eyes Later someone put down into a song some of the things that Rosa Lee told Daniel She said, "Daniel, there's a bloody war outraging and I've come to tell you that they are wantein' you to fight Go fight for Ireland but come back to me, Daniel, I'll be waitin'" Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountainside The summer's gone, and all the roses falling It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow I'll be here in sunshine or in shadows I'll be here, oh Danny boy, I'll miss you so But if you fall as all the flowers are fallin' And if you're dead, as dead you well may be I'll come and find the place where you are lying And kneel and say an Ave there for thee But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow I'll be here in sunshine or in shadows Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so

He stays home from work this time He never really told his wife He never really told a lie But this time he decides that it's alright It's alright No one really knows his mind And no one knows behind his eyes The man deserves a medal But he's never really won a prize, before He goes to lock the door He has fallen in love He knows it's enough And the world looks down and frowns Get up Johnny boy, get up Johnny boy Get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground You're my pride and joy, you're my pride and joy Get up Johnny boy 'cause we all need you, now We all need you, now Someone said, where you going? Someone said to you, goodbye They deflect the disrespect When they say that they blame it on the times They blame it on the times We all know you're qualified to fix a chair and love your wife They all know you're qualified But they lie when they blame it on the times And we blame it on the times He has fallen in love He knows it's enough And the world looks down and frowns Get up Johnny boy, get up Johnny boy Get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground You're my pride and joy, you're my pride and joy Get up Johnny boy 'cause we all need you, now We all need you, now I will carry all your names And I will carry all your shame And I will carry all your names And I will carry all your shame And I will carry all your names And I will carry all your shame Get up Johnny boy, get up Johnny boy Get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground You're my pride and joy, you're my pride and joy Get up Johnny boy because we all need you, now Get up Johnny boy, get up Johnny boy Get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground You're my pride and joy, you're my pride and joy Get up Johnny boy because we all need you, now

Country boy, ain't got no shoes Country boy, ain't got no blues Well, you work all day While you're wantin' to play In the sun and the sand With a face that's tan At the end of the day When your work is done You ain't got nothin' but fun Country boy, ain't got no ills Country boy, don't owe no bills Country boy, ain't got no ills Country boy, don't owe no bills You get a wiggly worm And then you watch him squirm While you put him on a hook And you drop him in a brook If everything's gonna turn out right You're gonna fry fish tonight Country boy, got a lot to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes Country boy, you got a shaggy dog Country boy, up a holler log Well, he comes in a run When you pick up your gun And with a shell or two And your dog and you When you get your rabbit You'll skin his hide He's gonna be good fried Country boy, you got a lot to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes Country boy, you got work to do Country boy, in the morning dew You gotta plant the seed You gotta cut the weeds There's many a row You know you gotta hoe When it's quittin' time And your work is through There's a lot of life in you Country boy, you lucky thing Country boy, I wish I was you, and you were me

Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and a empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me Sue Well, he must've thought that it was quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a lots of folks Seems I had to fight my whole life through Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean My fist got hard and my wits got keen Roamed from town to town to hide my shame But I made me a vow to the moon and stars I'd search the honkytonks and bars And kill that man that give me that awful name Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew At an old saloon on a street of mud There at a table, dealin' stud Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye He was big and bent and gray and old And I looked at him, and my blood ran cold And I said, "My name is Sue! How do you do? Now you gonna die!" Yeah, that's what I told him! Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise Come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kickin' and a-gougin' in the mud and the blood and the beer I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss And he went for his gun and I pulled mine first He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile And he said, "Son This world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along So I give you that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's that name that helped to make you strong" Yeah, he said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do But you oughtta thank me, before I die For the gravel in your guts and the spit in the eye 'Cause I'm the - that named you Sue" Yeah, what could I do? What could I do? I got all choked up and I threw down my gun Called him my pa, and he called me his son And I come away with a different point of view And I think about him, now and then Every time I try and every time I win And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name! "All right, thank you very much Just before I ask the Statler Brothers to come back out, we'd like to ask the Carter Family and Carl to help us out on a fine scripture. Look, we got a lot of requests to do 'Peace in the Valley'."