Liner Notes

SONGS OF CASH

Writers should not write about one another, but if they didn't, nothing would be written about them.

When I think of Johnny Cash I remember a neighbor of mine He is a railroad man. He lives down the road from me. He is not, as I am prone to be, a philosopher. Matter of fact, he is a quiet, shy man who seldom expresses an opinion about anything other than the weather. I see this railroad man on occasion and he always asks about the health and disposition of Cash. I usually report, without checking, that he is in good health and spirits. My neighbor usually stops what he is doing for a minute, looks off into the distance, chuckles, and says. "That man is something, ain't he?"

The railroad man is peculiar about his Cash music. He thinks everything recorded is sung straight to him. If the song is about Folsom Prison, he thinks of it as a train song because there is a train in it. If the song is about rising water in a flood, he thinks of it as water rising around the railroad tracks. If the song is about lost love, he thinks of it as a railroad man's lost love. And so the songs of Cash become important to the railroad man because they become railroad songs

I gave some philosophic thought to this matter when I asked Cash if he would like me to write these liner notes for this collection.

I think what's happening here is that we are all listening to different songs. A doctor, lawyer, butcher. baker, friend, foe, fiend, or whatever, would hear a different song on each cut of this collection. I think it is the mark of a true artist to be able to convey this sense of understanding, to bring the listener into the circumstance of a song in a personal way. If a thousand people listened to this collection, we would, theoretically, get as many responses.

We should enjoy the prospect of getting twenty thousand Cash songs on one album.

The songs that a man writes or chooses certainly says something about the man. Cash has always chosen or written songs that have a sly wit, a wink of irony, a notion of truth, and a penny's worth of poetry about them. Consider "Cry, Cry, Cry": would one cry have been enough? Can you see the '.Blue Train"? A "Ring of Fire"? And so on.

Johnny Cash is worth considering. He is a man who searches out and collects the subtle little quirks of human speech, manners, loves, hates and wonders, sets them to music and gives life a sense of permanence and basic worth. In life, a unique artist like this comes along now and then: to amuse, entertain and surprise us.

My advice to the purchaser is to listen to this album and pretend you are someone else. If you keep doing that you will eventually hear all twenty thousand songs.

TOM T HALL Nashville, Tennessee, January 1988

Info

Personnel

• Johnny Cash - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Producer
• Earl Ball - Piano
• Bob Wootton - Electric Guitar
• W.S. Holland - Drums
• Jack Hale - Harmonica, Trumpet, French Horn
• Bob Lewin - Synthesizer, Trumpet
• Terry McMillan - Harmonica
• Bryan Bongo O'Hanlon - Percussion
• Matt Rollings - Organ
• Jim Soldi - Acoustic Guitar, Dobro, Electric Guitar, Background Vocals, Synthesizer Guitar, Bottleneck Guitar
• Jimmy Tittle - Bass, Background Vocals, Assistant Producer

 Additional personnel

• Donivan Cowart - Engineer, Mixing
• Dave Sinko - Assistant Engineer
• Glenn Meadows - Mastering
• Dannah Hayes MacArthur - Art Direction, Design
• Alan Messer - Photography
• Tom T. Hall - Liner Notes

Recorded:
October, December 1987

Charts

No charts on this album. 

Info

Classic Cash: Hall of Fame Series is an album by American country singer Johnny Cash, released on Mercury Records in 1988 (see 1988 in music). It consists entirely of re-recordings of songs already associated with Cash from his Sun and Columbia days. While the performances aren't bad, they are less interesting or historically important than the original recordings. The album has also been criticized due to the use of several controversial production techniques, including synthesizers, in an attempt to update and modernize Cash's earlier songs.

Re-Release Info

This album has not been re-released. 

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Lyrics

1. Get Rhythm (Cash)

   Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues
   Come on, get rhythm when you get the blues
   Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones
   Put taps on your toes and get gone
   Get rhythm when you get the blues
   
   A Little shoeshine boy never gets low down
   But he's got the dirtiest job in town
   Bendin' low at the peoples' feet
   On the windy corner of the dirty street
   Well, I asked him while he shined my shoes
   How'd he keep from gettin' the blues
   He grinned as he raised his little head
   Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said
   
   Get rhythm when you get the blues
   Come on, get rhythm when you get the blues
   A jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine
   It'll shake all the trouble from your worried mind
   Get rhythm when you get the blues
   
   Get rhythm when you get the blues
   Come on , get rhythm when you get the blues
   Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones
   Put taps on your toes and get gone
   Get rhythm when you get the blues
   
   Well, I sat down to listen to the shoeshine boy
   And I thought I was gonna jump for joy
   Slapped on the shoe polish left and right
   He took a shoeshine rag and he held it tight
   He stopped once to wipe the sweat away
   I said you're a mighty little boy to be-a workin' that way
   He said I like it with a big wide grin
   Kept on a poppin' and he said again
   
   Get rhythm when you get the blues
   Come on, get rhythm when you get the blues
   It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe
   Does a million dollars worth of good for you
   Get rhythm when you get the blues
   
   

    

2. Tennessee Flat Top Box (Cash)

   In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,
   Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around.
   And all the girls from there to Austin,
   Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock.
   To take the trip, to go and listen,
   To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
   
   And he would play: (Instrumental.)
   
   Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime.
   But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time.
   And all the girls from nine to ninety,
   Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop."
   And hypnotized and fascinated,
   By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
   
   And he would play: (Instrumental.)
   
   Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round,
   He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town.
   But all the girls still dreamed about him.
   And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked.
   And then one day on the Hit Parade,
   Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
   
   And he would play: (Instrumental.)
   
   

    

3. Long Black Veil

   Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
   Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light
   There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
   That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me
   
   The judge said son, what is your alibi
   If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
   I spoke not a word, thou it meant my life
   For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife
   
   Chorus
   She walks these hills in a long black veil
   She visits my grave when the night winds wail
   Nobody knows, nobody sees
   Nobody knows but me
   
   Oh, the scaffold is high and eternity's near
   She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
   But late at night, when the north wind blows
   In a long black veil, she cries ov're my bones
   
   Repeat Chorus

    

4. A Thing Called Love (Jerry Hubbard)

   ix foot six stood on the ground, weighted 235 pounds
   But I saw that giant of a man brought down to his knees by love
   
   He was the kind of a man who would gamble on love
   Look you in the eye and never back up
   But I saw him crying like a little whipped pup because of love
   
   Can't see it with your eyes, hold it in your hands
   Like the rules that govern our land
   Strong enough to rule the heart of every man, this thing called love
   
   It can lift you up, it can put you down
   Take your world and turn it all around
   Ever since time nothing's ever been found that’s stronger than love
   
   Men like me they worry and doubt
   Trouble their minds day in and day out
   Too busy with livin' to worry about a little word like love
   
   But when I see a mother's tenderness
   As she holds her young close to her breast
   Then I thank God that the worlds
   Been blessed with a thing called love
   

    

5. I Still Miss Someone (Cash/Roy Cash Jr.)

   At my door the leaves are falling
   A cold wild wind has come
   Sweethearts walk by together
   And I still miss someone
   
   I go out on a party
   And look for a little fun
   But I find a darkened corner
   because I still miss someone
   
   Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes
   I see them every where
   I miss those arms that held me
   When all the love was there
   
   I wonder if she's sorry
   For leavin' what we'd begun
   There's someone for me somewhere
   And I still miss someone

    

6. Cry, Cry, Cry (Cash)

   Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down.
   I think you only live to see the lights of town.
   I wasted my time when I would try, try, try.
   When the lights have lost their glow, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
   
   I lie awake at night and wait 'til you come in.
   You stay a little while and then you're gone again.
   Every question that I ask, I get a lie, lie, lie.
   For every lie you tell, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
   You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
   When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own.
   You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
   
   Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone.
   You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone.
   You'll call to me but I'm gonna tell you: "Bye, bye, bye,"
   When I turn around and walk away, you'll cry, cry, cry,
   
   When your fickle little love gets old, no one will care for you.
   You'll come back to me for a little love that's true.
   I'll tell you no and you gonna ask me why, why, why?
   When I remind you of all of this, you'll cry, cry, cry.
   
   You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
   When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own.
   You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
   
   You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me there,
   It'll hurt when you think of the fool you've been.
   You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

    

7. Blue Train (Cash)

   There's an engine at the station and the whistle calls my name,
   It's callin' callin' callin', 'Come and get aboard the train.'
   My baby's gone and I'm alone to live in misery,
   I'm gonna call and make a reservation for me.
   
   Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train.
   Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train.
   
   I'm gonna climb aboard and ride until I learn to smile,
   I'll be knockin' out the blues while I'm knockin' out the miles.
   With my guitar, beat and rythm, to the click-clack of the wheels
   I'm gonna sing the blues 'cause that's the way that I feel.
   
   Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train.
   Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train.
   
   Conductor, go and tell the man to shovel on the coal---
   It doesn't seem half as bad as long as I can roll.
   Give me another ticket and I'll stay and ride with you.
   There's nothing left to live for in this world we're rollin' through.
   
   Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train.
   Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train.
   

    

8. Sunday Morning Coming Down (Kristofferson) 

   Well, I woke up Sunday morning
   With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
   And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
   So I had one more for dessert.
   Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
   And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
   Then I washed my face and combed my hair
   And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
   
   I'd smoked my mind the night before
   With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
   But I lit my first and watched a small kid
   Playing with a can that he was kicking.
   Then I walked across the street
   And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
   And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
   Somewhere, somehow along the way.
   
   On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
   I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
   'Cause there's something in a Sunday
   That makes a body feel alone.
   And there's nothing short a' dying
   That's half as lonesome as the sound
   Of the sleeping city sidewalk
   And Sunday morning coming down.
   
   In the park I saw a daddy
   With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
   And I stopped beside a Sunday school
   And listened to the songs they were singing.
   Then I headed down the street,
   And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
   And it echoed through the canyon
   Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
   
   On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
   I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
   'Cause there's something in a Sunday
   That makes a body feel alone.
   And there's nothing short a' dying
   That's half as lonesome as the sound
   Of the sleeping city sidewalk
   And Sunday morning coming down.
   

    

9. Five Feet High And Rising (Cash)

   How high's the water, mama?
   Two feet high and risin'
   How high's the water, papa?
   Two feet high and risin'
   
   We can make it to the road in a homemade boat
   That's the only thing we got left that'll float
   It's already over all the wheat and the oats,
   Two feet high and risin'
   
   How high's the water, mama?
   Three feet high and risin'
   How high's the water, papa?
   Three feet high and risin'
   
   Well, the hives are gone,
   I've lost my bees
   The chickens are sleepin'
   In the willow trees
   Cow's in water up past her knees,
   Three feet high and risin'
   
   How high's the water, mama?
   Four feet high and risin'
   How high's the water, papa?
   Four feet high and risin'
   
   Hey, come look through the window pane,
   The bus is comin', gonna take us to the train
   Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain,
   4 feet high and risin'
   
   How high's the water, mama?
   Five feet high and risin'
   How high's the water, papa?
   Five feet high and risin'
   
   Well, the rails are washed out north of town
   We gotta head for higher ground
   We can't come back till the water comes down,
   Five feet high and risin'
   
   Well, it's five feet high and risin'

    

10. Peace In The Valley

    Oh well, I'm tired and so weary
    But I must go alone
    Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes
    Well the morning's so bright
    And the lamp is alight
    And the night, night is as black as the sea, oh yes
    
    There will be peace in the valley for me, some day
    There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray
    There'll be no sadness, no sorrow
    No trouble, trouble I see
    There will be peace in the valley for me, for me
    
    Well the bear will be gentle
    And the wolves will be tame
    And the lion shall lay down by the lamb, oh yes
    And the beasts from the wild
    Shall be lit by a child
    And I'll be changed, changed from this creature that I am, oh yes
    
    There will be peace in the valley for me, some day
    There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray
    There'll be no sadness, no sorrow
    No trouble, trouble I see
    There will be peace in the valley for me, for me

     

11. Don't Take Your Guns To Town (Cash)

    A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
    A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
    He changed his clothes and shined his boots
    And combed his dark hair down
    And his mother cried as he walked out
    
    [Chorus]
    Don't take your guns to town son
    Leave your guns at home Bill
    Don't take your guns to town
    
    He laughed and kissed his mom
    And said your Billy Joe's a man
    I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
    But I wouldn't shoot without a cause
    I'd gun nobody down
    But she cried again as he rode away
    
    [Chorus]
    Don't take your guns to town son
    Leave your guns at home Bill
    Don't take your guns to town
    
    He sang a song as on he rode
    His guns hung at his hips
    He rode into a cattle town
    A smile upon his lips
    He stopped and walked into a bar
    And laid his money down
    But his mother's words echoed again
    
    [Chorus]
    Don't take your guns to town son
    Leave your guns at home Bill
    Don't take your guns to town
    
    He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
    And tried to tell himself he had become a man
    A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
    And he heard again his mothers words
    
    [Chorus]
    Don't take your guns to town son
    Leave your guns at home Bill
    Don't take your guns to town
    
    Filled with rage then
    Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
    But the stranger drew his gun and fired
    Before he even saw
    As Billy Joe fell to the floor
    The crowd all gathered 'round
    And wondered at his final words
    
    [Chorus]
    Don't take your guns to town son
    Leave your guns at home Bill
    Don't take your guns to town

     

12. Home Of The Blues (Cash)

    Just around the corner there's heartache
    
    Down the street that losers use
    
    If you can wade in through the teardrops
    
    You'll find me at the Home of the Blues
    
    
    
    I walk and cry while my heartbeat
    
    Keeps time with the drag of my shoes
    
    The sun never shines through this window of mine
    
    It's dark at the Home of the Blues
    
    
    
    Oh, but the place is filled with the sweetest mem'ries
    
    Mem'ries so sweet that I cry
    
    Dreams that I've had left me feeling so bad
    
    I just want to give up and lay down and die
    
    
    
    So if you've just lost your sweetheart
    
    And it seems there's no good way to choose
    
    Come along with me, misery loves company
    
    You're welcome at the Home of the Blues
    
    
    
    Just around the corner there's heartache
    
    Down the street that losers use
    
    If you can wade in through the teardrops
    
    You'll find me at the Home of the Blues
    
    Yeah, you're gonna find me at the Home of the Blues

     

13. Guess Things Happen Way (Clement)

    Well you ask me if I'll forget my baby.
    I guess I will, someday.
    I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
    You ask me if I'll get along.
    I guess I will, someway.
    I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
    
    God gave me that girl to lean on,
    then he put me on my own.
    Heaven help me be a man
    and have the strength to stand alone.
    I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
    
    You ask me if I'll miss her kisses.
    I guess I will, everyday.
    I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
    You ask me if I'll find another.
    I don't know. I can't say.
    I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
    
    God gave me that girl to lean on,
    then he put me on my own.
    Heaven help me be a man
    and have the strength to stand alone.
    I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

     

14. I Got Stripes

    On A Monday I Was Ar-rested (Uh Huh)
    On A Tuesday They Locked Me In The Jail (Oh Boy)
    On A Wednesday My Trial Was At-tested
    On A Thursday They Said Guilty And The Judge's Gavel Fell
    
    I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
    I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
    I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
    And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down
    
    On A Monday My Momma Come To See Me
    On A Tuesday They Caught Me With A File
    On A Wednesday I'm Down In Solitary
    On A Thursday I Start On Bread And Water For A While
    
    I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
    I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
    I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
    And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down
    
    I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
    I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet
    I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders
    And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me
    

     

15. I Walk The Line (Cash)

    I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
    I keep my eyes wide open all the time
    I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
    Because you're mine, I walk the line
    
    I find it very, very easy to be true
    I find myself alone when each day is through
    Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
    Because you're mine, I walk the line
    
    As sure as night is dark and day is light
    I keep you on my mind both day and night
    And happiness I've known proves that it's right
    Because you're mine, I walk the line
    
    You've got a way to keep me on your side
    You give me cause for love that I can't hide
    For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
    Because you're mine, I walk the line
    
    I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
    I keep my eyes wide open all the time
    I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
    Because you're mine, I walk the line
    

16. Ring Of Fire (Carter/Kilgore)

    Love Is A Burning Thing
    And It Makes A Fiery Ring
    Bound By Wild Desire
    I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
    
    CHORUS:
    I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
    I Went Down, Down, Down
    And The Flames Went Higher
    
    And It Burns, Burns, Burns
    The Ring Of Fire
    The Ring Of Fire
    
    I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
    I Went Down, Down, Down
    And The Flames Went Higher
    
    And It Burns, Burns, Burns
    The Ring Of Fire
    The Ring Of Fire
    
    The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
    When Hearts Like Ours Meet
    I Fell For You Like A Child
    Oh, But The Fire Went Wild
    
    CHORUS
    I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
    I Went Down, Down, Down
    And The Flames Went Higher
    
    And It Burns, Burns, Burns
    The Ring Of Fire
    The Ring Of Fire
    
    I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
    I Went Down, Down, Down
    And The Flames Went Higher
    
    And It Burns, Burns, Burns
    The Ring Of Fire
    The Ring Of Fire
    
    And It Burns, Burns, Burns
    
    The Ring Of Fire
    
    The Ring Of Fire

     

17. Ballad Of Ira Hayes (LaFarge)

    Ira Hayes,
    Ira Hayes
    
    CHORUS:
    Call him drunken Ira Hayes
    He won't answer anymore
    Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
    Nor the Marine that went to war
    
    Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
    About a brave young Indian you should remember well
    From the land of the Pima Indian
    A proud and noble band
    Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
    
    Down the ditches for a thousand years
    The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
    'Till the white man stole the water rights
    And the sparklin' water stopped
    
    Now Ira's folks were hungry
    And their land grew crops of weeds
    When war came, Ira volunteered
    And forgot the white man's greed
    
    CHORUS:
    Call him drunken Ira Hayes
    He won't answer anymore
    Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
    Nor the Marine that went to war
    
    
    There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
    Two hundred and fifty men
    But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
    
    And when the fight was over
    And when Old Glory raised
    Among the men who held it high
    Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
    
    CHORUS:
    Call him drunken Ira Hayes
    He won't answer anymore
    Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
    Nor the Marine that went to war
    
    Ira returned a hero
    Celebrated through the land
    He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand
    
    But he was just a Pima Indian
    No water, no crops, no chance
    At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
    And when did the Indians dance
    
    CHORUS:
    Call him drunken Ira Hayes
    He won't answer anymore
    Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
    Nor the Marine that went to war
    
    Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
    Jail was often his home
    They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
    like you'd throw a dog a bone!
    
    He died drunk one mornin'
    Alone in the land he fought to save
    Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
    Was a grave for Ira Hayes
    
    CHORUS:
    Call him drunken Ira Hayes
    He won't answer anymore
    Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
    Nor the Marine that went to war
    
    Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
    But his land is just as dry
    And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
    In the ditch where Ira died

     

18. The Ways Of A Woman In Love

    You've cut out your dancing'
    And you never see a show
    Friends drop by to pick you up
    And you hardly ever go
    It seems your head in in the clouds above
    You've got the ways of a woman in love
    
    I walk by your house at night
    In the hopes that I might see
    The guy who's got you in a spin
    I wish that guy was me
    I don't know why it's you I'm dreamin' of
    You've got the ways of a woman in love
    
    Many is the night
    I've stayed awake and cried
    Now you'll never know how much
    You've hurt my foolish pride
    
    I recall your kisses
    The times I held you tight
    Now when I come to see you
    You're sittin' in the light
    Missing all the things that we dreamed of
    You've got the ways of a woman in love.

     

19. Folsom Prison Blues (Cash)

    I hear the train a comin'
    It's rolling round the bend
    And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
    I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
    But that train keeps a 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 blowing, I hang my head and cry..
    
    I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
    They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
    Well I know I had it coming, 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 it on 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.....
    

     

20. Suppertime (Cash)

    Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evening time would come
    
    Still winding down that old familiar pathway I hear my mother call at setting sun
    
    Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows lengthen fast
    
    Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last
    
    Some of the fondest mem'ries of my childhood are woven around suppertime
    
    When mother used to call from the backsteps of the old homeplace
    
    Come on home now son it's suppertime my how I'd love to hear that once again
    
    But you know time has woven for me a realization of truth that's even more thrilling
    
    That someday we'll be called up to gather around the suppertable up there
    
    For the greatest suppertime of them all with our Lord
    
    I can almost hear the call now comin' from the portals of heaven
    
    Come home son it's suppertime come on home
    
    Come home come home...
    

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