SupportSupport
Johnny Cash - John R. Cash - Clean Your Own Tables
John R. Cash
01. My Old Kentucky Home (Turpentine and Dandelion Wine)
02. Hard Times Comin’
03. The Lady Came From Baltimore
04. Lonesome to the Bone
05. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
06. Clean Your Own Tables
07. Jesus Was Our Saviour (Cotton Was Our King)
08. Reason to Believe
09. Cocaine Carolina
10. Smokey Factory Blues
Well now she ain't exactly what you'd call your all American girl
And some too many truckers took her home
And I'll admit, her life would read just like a paperback
And some of what she's done, I've said, it's wrong

But I said, clean your own tables, boys, and bring out your beer
'Cause she ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to a use to be barmaid
'Cause she's a lady I choose to be mine

And I ain't exactly been what you call your all American boy
I've done my time in Frisco in LA
How some of youth that are taking pride in what I am
I heard you cussing this decision that I've made

But I said, clean your own tables, boys, and bring out your beer
'Cause she ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to a use to be barmaid
'Cause she's a lady I choose to be mine

And I'll admit, her life would read just like a paperback
And some of what she's done, well I say, is wrong

But I said, clean your own tables, boys, and bring out your beer
'Cause she ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to a use to be barmaid
'Cause she's a lady I choose to be mine

Boys, if you're able
Clean your own tables
And let me take care of mine