Johnny Cash at Folsom prison, back before they incarcerated criminals in California I guess. I dont think a country act like Pat Green would get a warm reception down in Huntsville.
Its still a cool pic and reminds me of a suprisingly great book, 'Cash' by Johnny Cash. He is a good writer obviously but sometimes the two genres of writing dont mesh 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."
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