Johnny Cash is Dead…and his house burned down.

I came across this song online and decided I had to get out of my month long funk related to posting.  I’ve been a Johnny Cash fan as long as I can remember.   My dad is responsible for leading me down this path.  I remember listening to  Cash’s albums (yes albums, for those of you who only know music as coming in electronic formats, ask your parents) singing along in the bedroom of my parent’s house. 

I grew up in a small 3 bedroom ranch.  The basement was unfinished when we moved in, but my dad worked during his freetime to build a bedroom, laundry room and sitting area/library.  I shared my bedroom with my brother who is almost three years older than I am.  We were so eager to move into the room that we didn’t wait for the electrical outlets to be installed, but rather used extension cords (hopefully my firefighting brother-in-law will forgive us). 

I can confidently state that while country has enjoyed an explosion into the mainstream over the past 15 years, it is safe to say that in the late 1970’s early 1980’s there were not many kids from the NY/NJ/CT tri-state area that knew all the lyrics to “Folsom Prison Blues”.  I think that being a closet country fan has served me well through the years.

If you enjoyed the song above (or even if you didn’t) here is one of my recent favorite country songs to close out today’s entry.

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