Johnny Cash – Like The 309 (Guitar)

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It should be a while before I see dark to death 

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Of the 309, of the 309

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Put me and my box on the 309 

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Take me to the depot 

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Blow an electric fan on my knarly old head 

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Everybody take a look, see im doing fine 

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Then load my box on the 309

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On the 309, on the 309 

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Put me and my box on the 309

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Hey sweet baby kiss me hard

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Draw my bath water Sweep my yard

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Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow

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I wouldn't give a hootin' hell for my journey now 

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On the 309, On the 309

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I hear the sound of a railroad train 

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The whistle blows and Im gone again 

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It will take me higher than a Georgia pine 

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Stand back children its a 309

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It's a 309, It's a 309

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Put me and my box on a 309

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A chicken in the pot, A turkey in the corn

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I haven't felt this good since jubalee morn'

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Talk about luck, well I got mine

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Asthma comin' down like the 309

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Write me a letter, sing me a song 

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Tell me all about it, what I did wrong

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Meanwhile I will be doing fine

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Then load my box on the 309

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On the 309, On the 309

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Gonna get outta here on the 309