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Johnny Cash - The Cash Collection - Cry, Cry, Cry
The Cash Collection
Disc 1
01. A Backstage Pass
02. Cat's in the Cradle
03. I Walk the Line
04. Folsom Prison Blues
05. Sunday Morning Coming Down
06. Five Feet High and Rising
07. Sixteen Tons
08. Call Me the Breeze
09. I'd Rather Have You
10. Blue Train
11. Ballad of a Teenage Queen
12. Supper Time
Disc 2
01. Ring of Fire
02. I'm an Easy Rider
03. The Greatest Cowboy of Them All
04. Don't Take Your Guns to Town
05. Angel and the Badman
06. A Croft in Clachan
07. I Still Miss Someone
08. Cry, Cry, Cry
09. Wanted Man
10. I Got Stripes
11. Get Rhythm
12. Monteagle Mountain
Disc 3
01. That Old Wheel
02. Guess Things Happen That Way
03. Home of the Blues
04. A Thing Called Love
05. Goin' by the Book
06. I'll Go Somewhere and Sing My Songs Again
07. The Hobo Song
08. Letters From Home
09. The Mystery of Life
10. Long Black Veil
11. Water From the Wells of Home
12. Peace in the Valley
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down
I think you only live to see the lights of town
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try
'Cause when the lights have lost their glow you'll cry, cry, cry

Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone
You wake up some cold day and find you're alone
You'll call for me but I'm gonna tell you bye, bye, bye
When I turn around and walk away you'll cry, cry, cry

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own
You're gonna cry, cry, cry

I lie awake at night to wait till you come in
You stay a little while and then you're gone again
Every question that I ask I get a lie, lie, lie
For every lie you tell you're gonna cry, cry, cry

When your fickle love gets old, no one will care for you
Then you'll come back for me for a little love that's true
I'll tell you no and you're gonna ask me why, why, why
When I remind you of all of this you'll cry, cry, cry

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me then
It'll hurt when you think of all the fool you've been
You're gonna cry, cry, cry