Hurt Johnny Cash Lyrics Novels & Stories

It's just an old beat up truck Some say that I should trade up Now that I got some jangle in my pocket But what they don't understand Is it's the miles that make a man I wouldn't trade that thing in for a rocket What they don't know is my dad and me We drove her out to Tennessee She's still here, and now he's gone So I hold on It's just an old beat up box Its rusty strings across the top It probably don't look like much to you

I don’t even know If I can wrap my mind around everything. “Well damn, that must have been one hell of a wet dream. I guess I had it coming.” I slung my feet over the edge of my bed and placed them on the floor beneath me. I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. “Uh, yeah. It was… one hell of a dream. You ready to work out?” “Yeah, whenever you are. Hades is already high so with good luck we won’t have to see his ugly face today.” At those words Drake and I made eye contact when we heard Cash and his gang change the song they were singing to the chorus of Tom Jones’ Slow hand.

I changed the tune to Johnny Cash Well my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to Ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue" Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk It seems I had to fight my whole life through

“When your day is long…And the night…The night is yours alone…When you're sure you've had enough…Of this life…Well hang on…Don't let yourself go…'Cause everybody cries…And everybody hurts…Sometimes.” The regret lays thick inside my heart. It just kills me inside. Why did I have to be so fucking stupid? I messed up something perfectly good by saying the one word that we both agreed should never have happened. I skip back and play the song over and over again. I can see his truck in the driveway; he is standing next to it; it looks like he is on his phone. The pain suffocates me again; I take one big swallow of my tequila to numb it away. It's two in the afternoon, and I am wasted.

This song starts not from the beginning; I sing from the beginning and connect. I'm sorry that I hurt you. It's something I must live with every day. And all the pain I put you through. I wish I could take it all away. And be the one who catches all your tears. That's why I need you to hear. I cheered, and they clapped no less. Congrats this time. I pointed to Noah, and he could answer it, all their turn could answer all. It looks like the national anthem to them. That's why you know everything. If only I could do folk songs or other songs. Let everyone catch my trap.

I want him to know what I feel through this song. “Nice girls always finished last shoud’ve know that gave you my heart and you fucked around and broke that so sad pretty boys hurt you so bad boy you played me did me so shady got me in my feelings I can’t even trust lately you so lame, took me as a game karma where you at? You better have my back cause you know damn well I didn’t deserve that, Oh I finna lose it, got me lookin’ stupid from now on ima be ruthless.” I couldn't hold back the tears in my eyes but I quickly wiped them away as I continued singing, my eyes remained with hers. I can’t read the content of his expression right now but I only know one.

When Nat got home, he opened the door to find Johnny lying in bed, his leg wrapped in white bandages. He knelt beside him and brushed his hair gently. Johnny was mute and expressionless, his anger flickered in his eyes as he avoided his father’s gaze. Alicia stood nearby, watching, still half-regretting the way she had spilled the truth. “What’s going in, buddy?” Nat asked softly. “Tell me what’s going on. Why would you try to hurt yourself?” His voice was calm and pleading. He kissed Johnny’s forehead.

'I really hope I can do it 'Cause Yolanda's depending on me I know that I literally cannot move got paining ribs and aching elbows I'm so hungry I can eat an ant's bone Ted, this is all your fault! Looking up at the setting sun I'm dirty and tired No strength to run I'm still hungry Ted, just find me now I'm just sitting here like a big fat cow I'm going to die Ted, why can't you find me? Why can't you find me My steak ran away I'm too tired to play, hey! Hey! I'm suppose to be getting up But I'm hungry, so I'm giving up My steak knock knock me over I can't get back up again

"No need to beat me up about it." "If you can, take my hand, I promise we'll find love again." "What?" "What?" I asked confused. "You said something about finding love again," he explained and I looked at him still confused before it clicked in what he was talking about. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about Daniel's song, you know that song about falling in love again," I said and he nodded slowly, but I didn't stop there, I ended up singing the whole song. "I get it, Robyn!" he said and I shut my mouth looking down and realizing I just embarrassed myself but the great thing about this is that I won't remember. "You're a horrible singer by the way."

*singing* Why is it so hard for you To properly See me trying I get shocked to see How much I get hurt because of you My days are a struggle Even my dreams are painful If it was you How would it be If these crazy days became yours If you break down as much as me Will you know? All the pain that fills me To the point where my heart is about to explode How much I want you If it was you I would just love me If you break down as much as me Will you know?