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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Vocals
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Wurlitzer Piano
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Electric Guitar
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Steel Guitar
Wesley Orbison
Wesley Orbison
Electric Guitar
Pete Abbott
Pete Abbott
Percussion
John Carter Cash
John Carter Cash
Electric Guitar
Joseph Cash
Joseph Cash
Bass Drum
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Producer
David Ferguson
David Ferguson
Mixing Engineer
Josh Matas
Josh Matas
Producer
Mike Daniel
Mike Daniel
Producer
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Mastering Engineer
Joseph Cash
Joseph Cash
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chuck Turner
Chuck Turner
Recording Engineer
Trey Call
Trey Call
Recording Engineer
Cameron Davidson
Cameron Davidson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joseph Cash
Joseph Cash
Assistant Recording Engineer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He said is my country just a little off track
Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back
But, it's better than not comin' back at all
Many a good men I saw fall
And even now, every time I dream
I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream
[Verse 2]
Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, it don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin', drive on
[Verse 3]
I remember one night, Tex and me
Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
We had our 16's on rock and roll
But with all that fire, was scared and cold
I was crazy and I was wild
And I have seen the tiger smile
I spit in a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
[Verse 4]
Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, it don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin', drive on
[Verse 5]
It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home, Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
I got a little limp now when I walk
Got a little tremolo when I talk
But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam
[Verse 6]
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, it don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin', drive on
Written by: Johnny R. Cash
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