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doesn't sell.

Was it the gospel

or the way I sing it?

Both.

Well, what's wrong with

the way I sing it?

I don't believe you.

You saying

I don't believe in God?

J.R., come on,

let's go.

No.

I want to understand.

I mean, we come down here,

we play for a minute...

and he tells me

I don't believe in God.

You know exactly

what I'm telling you.

We've already heard that song

a hundred times...

just like that,

just like how you sang it.

Well, you didn't let us

bring it home.

Bring... bring it home?

All right, let's bring it home.

If you was hit by a truck

and you were lying out

in that gutter dying...

and you had time to sing

one song, huh, one song...

people would remember

before you're dirt...

one song that would let

God know what you felt about

your time here on earth...

one song that would sum you up...

you telling me

that's the song you'd sing?

That same Jimmie Davis tune

we hear on the radio all day?

About your peace within

and how it's real

and how you're

gonna shout it?

Or would you sing

something different?

Something real,

something you felt?

Because I'm telling you

right now...

that's the kind of song

people want to hear.

That's the kind of song

that truly saves people.

It ain't got nothing to do with

believing in God, Mr. Cash.

It has to do with

believing in yourself.

Well, I've got a couple songs

I wrote in the Air Force.

You got anything against

the Air Force?

No.

I do.

J.R., whatever

you're about to play...

we ain't never heard it.

Where you been?

Are you drunk?

What happened?

He didn't like our gospel.

So I played him some

songs that I wrote.

We made a record, Viv.

I mean, a real,

real record.

We did it like,

like six times.

I had to sing the song

over and over again.

And, uh, and playin' it.

And you should have

seen Marshall.

He was so nervous.

But I mean, we made

a real record

- of my song.

- Oh, baby.

- Of my song.

- Oh, baby.

Never seen nobody

play like that.

Ladies and gentlemen...

The Killer Jerry Lee Lewis!

Get yourselves

a pine box, boys...

nobody follows The Killer.

These next boys have just put out

their first record

called "Cry, Cry, Cry"

- and it is selling like hotcakes.

- Shoot, now I'm late.

Oh, my gosh!

Excuse me.

That's my cue.

Oh, no, you...

oh, that's stuck...

right on my dress.

Hey, Bill!

- Let me get...

- Hold on, Bill... I'm comin'!

- Uh... Oh, my.

I think I hear June Carter's

voice, ladies and gentlemen.

I'll be right there, Bill,

I'll be right there.

- Uh, reckon when, June?

Well, Bill,

I got tangled.

- Yeah, in what, June Bug?

Johnny Cash's

guitar strap.

Don't worry,

I can keep this funny

for at least two minutes.

And I tell you what, Bill.

He's a strapping boy,

that Johnny Cash.

And his guitar strap is

pretty strappin', too.

Here. I love that

Cry song by the way.

Thanks.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Miss June Carter.

- Bill!

Bill, I had to come

and tell you.

I had to tell you...

I had to tell you

I just can't

sing tonight.

You best be getting out here.

Well, Bill...

I got the laryngitis.

- June, we...

- I do!

Y'all laughing,

but I do.

We all just heard you

hollering up a storm backstage.

Well, I didn't have it then,

Bill.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Miss June Carter.

All right.

June's going to be back

to sing later.

Her family is also

with us tonight.

But like I was saying,

these boys up next

are hotter than a pistol.

They are burning up the radio

with their new hit,

"Cry, Cry, Cry."

We want to make sure we

give them

a big Texarkana welcome.

So here they are, folks.

New passengers on

the Sun Rocking Railway-

Johnny Cash

and the Tennessee Two.

Hello.

I'm Johnny Cash.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Viv, I'm telling you...

I think this is the best show

we've ever done.

Hell, it might be the best show

I've ever seen.

No kidding!

Where are you?

Texarkana.

Baby, I miss you.

Hey, do you hear Orbison

doing our song?

He turned it into

a two-step, listen.

You hear that?

Oh, damn it!

- What's the matter?

Damn it!

Oh, it's Roseanne.

She just ran her head

into the table.

Roseanne!

Roseanne, here, talk to Daddy.

Hey, Roseanne.

Hey, it's Daddy.

Honey, don't, don't cry.

Daddy's going to be home real soon.

- John, I have to go.

- Huh?

I have to go, John.

Bye.

You're sounding

good tonight, Cash.

Real tight.

Oh, thanks, man.

You want some chili fries?

Oh, no, that's all right.

She's been in the spotlight

since you and me

was bitin' ankles.

They say Maybelle

had a crib at the Ryman...

so she could pull her out

and let her whoop and holler

and pop her back in

to go to sleep.

We're leaving

in an hour, John.

All right.

Aw, that's a sweet story, honey.

No.

Within, like, five minutes.

All right.

Everything else

all right?

Okay.

I love you, too.

Bye-bye.

How you doing?

Bye.

Coffee?

Yeah, and some toast, please.

Hey.

- Hey, how are you?

- Good. Do you mind?

No, not at all.

Did you lose your voice?

I did.

I was just singing my

heart out up there.

I've got to ask you how

you came up with that sound.

What sound?

That sound everybody's

talking about.

Steady like a train,

sharp like a razor.

Well, we'd play

faster if we could.

I guess it just...

come out like that.

I got to close my register.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Here's a picture

of my wife, Viv...

- my baby, Roseanne.

- Oh, look at her.

She's beautiful.

Thanks. Got another one

on the way.

- I got a little girl, too.

- Yeah?

Her name's Carlene, yeah.

She's about the same age.

You know when I was

in the service...

I used to look at

pictures of you...

you know, in magazines.

Oh.

No... no, it

wasn't like that.

I mean, I... I liked

your music, you know?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I mean, I... you were,

well, you are...

I mean, l-I kept

track of you.

You and

your family.

I listened to your voice

my whole life, you know?

Me and my brother, Jack...

we always listened

to your songs.

Like "Swallerin' Place."

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

We liked it when

you'd sing one alone.

Well, you and Jack

are the only ones.

What do you mean?

I'm not really much

of a singer, Johnny.

I mean, I got a lot

of personality, I got sass...

I give it my all,

but my sister Anita's

really the one

who's got the pipes.

Well, who said that?

Everybody.

My mama, my daddy.

That's how come I learned

to be funny...

so I'd have something

to offer.

Well... parents

aren't always

the best judge

of things...

if you want

my opinion.

So how long you on the tour?

Another couple

of weeks.

We just got

on board, but...

I tell you it feels

like a lot longer.

I'm sure.

I'm headed off,

I'm going to the Ryman.

Why don't you tell

your brother, Jack, to tune in...

and I'll

sing him something.

What does he like?

Oh, that's-that's sweet,

but, uh, he passed.

I'm sorry.

Were y'all real close?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's, uh...

It's funny, I ain't talked about

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