Lyr Req: I'm Gonna Sit on the Porch and...(J Cash)

Subject: I'm gonna sit on the porch and play my o
From: GUEST,Jeepman
Date: 29 Apr 01 - 04:35 PM

Johnny Cash sung this song years ago and I sure would like to have the words. Full title is I'M GONNA SIT ON THE PORCH AND PLAY MY OLD GUITAR. Jeepman

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I'm gonna sit on the porch and play
From: Justa Picker
Date: 29 Apr 01 - 05:23 PM

Jeepman,
I just spent about half an hour searching for your lyrics. No luck....HOWEVER....I found an MP3 of Cash singing the tune here, and you can clearly get the lyrics from this.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I'm gonna sit on the porch and play
From: wysiwyg
Date: 29 Apr 01 - 05:28 PM

Hey jeep.

Wish you'd been at OUR porch-pickin'. If you leave now you can still get here.

~S~

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I'm gonna sit on the porch and play
From: GUEST,Jeepman
Date: 29 Apr 01 - 11:07 PM

Susan, I sure wish I could. I only live about2 hours from Merlefest and couldn't get loose to go there either.

Thanks, Justa. I will try it. Jeeply

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I'm gonna sit on the porch and play
From: Jeep man
Date: 30 Apr 01 - 11:07 PM

Susan I really would like to have these lyrics. I think I would like to sing (?) it.

How's it going with the gospel music> His Jeepness

Subject: Lyr Add: I'M GONNA SIT ON THE PORCH...(Johnny Cash
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 May 02 - 01:06 AM

I'M GONNA SIT ON THE PORCH AND PICK ON MY OLD GUITAR
Words and music by Johnny Cash
As recorded by Johnny Cash on "Silver" (1979)

I'm gonna sit on the porch and pick on my ol' guitar.
I'm gonna lay on my back and laugh at my lucky star.
And then I'm gonna fly away and never come back someday,
'Less I thought I would land right close to where you are.

Well, if I thought anybody really cared, I'd send back word
Strapped to the leg of a trans-celestial bird.
I wonder if I ever really did leave, how many would there be to grieve?
How did ----[*] react to the word?

Well, I wouldn't want to hurt a solitary soul.
I have still got all six-foot-two in control.
But when my obligation's low as a greasy uphill road,
And pleasin' everybody but me is my first goal—

I want to sit on the porch and pick on my ol' guitar,
And just hope you're hangin' loose wherever you are,
And for the joy you brought to me, this song I sung for thee,
While I sit on the porch and pick on my ol' guitar.


[* There is a pause here, as if to conceal the identity of someone whose name should be inserted.]