Johnny Cash (born J.R. Cash; February 26, 1932 – September 12, 2003) was an American singer-songwriter, guitarist, actor, and author. He is one of the best-selling music artists of all time, having sold more than 90 million records worldwide. Although primarily remembered as a country music icon, his genre-spanning songs and sound embraced rock and roll, rockabilly, blues, folk, and gospel.
Cash was known for his deep, calm bass-baritone voice
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Drive On Written by Johnny Cash Published by Song of Cash Inc. ASCAP
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EE7 I got a friend named Whiskey Sam A He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam B7 He said is my country just a little off track EB7E Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back EE7 But, it's better than not coming back at all A Many a good man I saw fall B7 And even now, every time I dream EB7E I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream
| E |Drive on, it don't mean nothin' | B7E |My children love me , but they don't understand | AE |And I got a woman who knows her man | B7E |Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on
I remember one night, Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z. We had our 16's on rock and roll But, with all that fire, I was scared and cold We were crazy, we were wild And I have seen the tiger smile I spit in a bamboo viper's face And I'd be dead , but by God's grace
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It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain And nobody tried to be John Wayne I came home, but Tex did not And I can't talk about the hit he got I got a little limp now when I walk Got a little tremolo when I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam