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Tribute To Johnny
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macmcgovern
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Sunday, 24th October 2004 @ 04:00:09 PM in AEST
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This was a fun poem to write as a tribute to the great Johnny Cash. I wanted to do something different to eulogize his accomplishments. This poem is the incorporation of many of his music titles into a story line format. See how many of his song titles you can find. Good luck, enjoy.
This is about a man named Johnny, a highway man, known the world over as the "man in black".
He made a lot of friends in Folsom and San Quintin and did his time in the Starkville City Jail. Every day at pickin' time, he and his buddies would gather under the ragged old flag where he and Waylon sang bass, Willy sang tenor and Kris would join right in. They'd play all night for a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill while making fun of a boy named Sue.
Walkin' the line for years, he called the City of New Orleans home. It was there he met a woman in a long black veil who read him Matthew Twenty Four and preached about a ring of fire awaiting a sinning man.
The man who couldn't cry did cry, cry, cry as he relived his life one piece at a time.
He could be seen on Sunday mornin' coming down to the big river where the water was five feet high and rising.
Being a travelin' man, he finally jumped the Orange Blossom Special. As the train pulled away from the station he was heard to say, Hey Porter, give my love to Rose.
He will never be seen again, very sad.
Mac
June 2004
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Re: Tribute To Johnny
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by emystar on
Sunday, 24th October 2004 @ 04:08:12 PM AEST
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A masterpeice forhim.
I don't live too far from where he was raised. My Daddy knew him.
My Dad said the song bout the water rising is because they lived near a byou and when it rained allot things would flood. That's why he'd say, "how High is the water Momma, five feet high-n-rising.
Good work.
luv, huggs, smiles,
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