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My name is Joe Roberts; I work for the state.
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville: barracks number eight.
I've always done an honest job; honest as I could.
Got a brother named Frankie; Frankie ain't no good.
Well ever since we were young kids, it's been the same come down:
I'd get a call on the shortwave; Frankie's in trouble down town.
Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away.
But sometimes when it's your brother, you look the other way.
Yeah, me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin';
Nothin' feels better than blood on blood.
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria,
While the band played andquot;The Night of the Johnstown Floodandquot;.
I catch him when he's strayin', like any brother should.
Man turns his back on his family, he ain't no good.
Well Frankie went into the army back in 1965,
I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife.
But them wheat prices kept on droppin', 'til it was like we's gettin' robbed.
Frankie came home in `68, and me, I took this job.
Yeah, me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin';
Nothin' feels better than blood on blood.
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria,
While the band played andquot;The Night of the Johnstown Floodandquot;.
I catch him when he's strayin',
Teach him how to walk that line.
Man turns his back on his family, ain't no friend of mine.
The night was like any other, I got a call `bout a quarter-to-nine.
There was trouble at a roadhouse, out on the Michigan line.
There was a kid on the floor lookin' bad, bleedin' hard from his head.
There was a girl cryin' at a table: andquot;It was Frankie,andquot; she said.
I ran out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights.
I musta done about a hundred and ten, through Michigan county that night.
It was down by the crossroads, out by Willow Bank.
Seen a Buick with Ohio plates; behind the wheel was Frank.
Well I chased him through them county roads.
'Til a sign said andquot;Canadian border five miles from hereandquot;.
Pulled over to the side of the highway,
Watched the tail-lights disappear.
Yeah, me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin';
Nothin' feels better than blood on blood.
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria,
While the band played andquot;The Night of the Johnstown Floodandquot;.
I catch him when he's strayin', like any brother should.
Man turns his back on his family, he ain't no good.
Mi nombre es Joe Roberts, yo trabajo para el estado.
Soy un sargento de Perrineville: número cuartel ocho.
Siempre he hecho un trabajo honesto; honesta que pude.
Tiene un hermano llamado Frankie, Frankie no es nada bueno.
Bueno, desde que éramos niños pequeños, ha sido el mismo desciende:
Me gustaría recibir una llamada en la onda corta, Frankie está en problemas en el centro.
Bueno, si se tratara de cualquier otro hombre, yo lo pondría de inmediato.
Pero a veces cuando es tu hermano, te miran para otro lado.
Sí, yo y Frankie riendo y bebiendo;
Nada se siente mejor que la sangre de la sangre.
Takin 'vuelve bailando con María,
Mientras la banda tocaba andquot; La noche de la Floodandquot Johnstown,.
Lo cojo cuando está strayin ', como cualquier hermano debería.
El hombre da la espalda a su familia, no es nada bueno.
Bueno, Frankie fue a la parte de atrás del ejército en 1965,
Tengo un aplazamiento granja, se estableció, tomó a María por mi esposa.
Pero ellos mantuvieron los precios del trigo en droppin ',' hasta que fue como nos gettin 'robado.
Frankie volvió a casa en el `68, y yo, yo tomé este trabajo.
Sí, yo y Frankie riendo y bebiendo;
Nada se siente mejor que la sangre de la sangre.
Takin 'vuelve bailando
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Johnny Cash
Highway Patrolman
Highway Patrolman
My name is Joe Roberts; I work for the state.
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville: barracks number eight.
I've always done an honest job; honest as I could.
Got a brother named Frankie; Frankie ain't no good.
Well ever since we were young kids, it's been the same come down:
I'd get a call on the shortwave; Frankie's in trouble down town.
Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away.
But sometimes when it's your brother, you look the other way.
Yeah, me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin';
Nothin' feels better than blood on blood.
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria,
While the band played andquot;The Night of the Johnstown Floodandquot;.
I catch him when he's strayin', like any brother should.
Man turns his back on his family, he ain't no good.
Well Frankie went into the army back in 1965,
I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife.
But them wheat prices kept on droppin', 'til it was like we's gettin' robbed.
Frankie came home in `68, and me, I took this job.
Yeah, me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin';
Nothin' feels better than blood on blood.
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria,
While the band played andquot;The Night of the Johnstown Floodandquot;.
I catch him when he's strayin',
Teach him how to walk that line.
Man turns his back on his family, ain't no friend of mine.
The night was like any other, I got a call `bout a quarter-to-nine.
There was trouble at a roadhouse, out on the Michigan line.
There was a kid on the floor lookin' bad, bleedin' hard from his head.
There was a girl cryin' at a table: andquot;It was Frankie,andquot; she said.
I ran out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights.
I musta done about a hundred and ten, through Michigan county that night.
It was down by the crossroads, out by Willow Bank.
Seen a Buick with Ohio plates; behind the wheel was Frank.
Well I chased him through them county roads.
'Til a sign said andquot;Canadian border five miles from hereandquot;.
Pulled over to the side of the highway,
Watched the tail-lights disappear.
Yeah, me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin';
Nothin' feels better than blood on blood.
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria,
While the band played andquot;The Night of the Johnstown Floodandquot;.
I catch him when he's strayin', like any brother should.
Man turns his back on his family, he ain't no good.
Johnny Cash
Carretera patrullero
Carretera patrullero
Mi nombre es Joe Roberts, yo trabajo para el estado.
Soy un sargento de Perrineville: número cuartel ocho.
Siempre he hecho un trabajo honesto; honesta que pude.
Tiene un hermano llamado Frankie, Frankie no es nada bueno.
Bueno, desde que éramos niños pequeños, ha sido el mismo desciende:
Me gustaría recibir una llamada en la onda corta, Frankie está en problemas en el centro.
Bueno, si se tratara de cualquier otro hombre, yo lo pondría de inmediato.
Pero a veces cuando es tu hermano, te miran para otro lado.
Sí, yo y Frankie riendo y bebiendo;
Nada se siente mejor que la sangre de la sangre.
Takin 'vuelve bailando con María,
Mientras la banda tocaba andquot; La noche de la Floodandquot Johnstown,.
Lo cojo cuando está strayin ', como cualquier hermano debería.
El hombre da la espalda a su familia, no es nada bueno.
Bueno, Frankie fue a la parte de atrás del ejército en 1965,
Tengo un aplazamiento granja, se estableció, tomó a María por mi esposa.
Pero ellos mantuvieron los precios del trigo en droppin ',' hasta que fue como nos gettin 'robado.
Frankie volvió a casa en el `68, y yo, yo tomé este trabajo.
Sí, yo y Frankie riendo y bebiendo;
Nada se siente mejor que la sangre de la sangre.
Takin 'vuelve bailando
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
