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Born Outside of Nashville
rededicated to Johnny Cash Well, yes, I’ve been in prison, and I have been dirt poor I’ve spent time in worn out shoes and I’ve slept on the floor And the hat I wear is there to keep the rain … Continue reading
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Tagged commercialism, country music, Johnny Cash, Nashville, outlaw country
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