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               THE BATTLE IS OVER by Jonny Cash

I think sir the battle is over and a young soldier lay down his gun
I'm tired of running for cover,I'm certain the battle is done
For see over there where we fought them,it's quite for they've all gone away
All's left is the dead and the dying,the blue lying 'long side the grey

So you think the battle is over and you even lay down your gun
You carelessly rise from your cover,for you think the battle is done
But boy hit the dirt listen to me,for I'm still the one in command
Get flat on the ground here beside me and lay your ear hard to the sand

Can you hear the death burning rumble,can you feel the trembling ground
It's not just the horses and wagons,that make such a death burning sound
For every shot fired had an echo,and every man killed wanted life
There lies your friend Jim McKenny,can you take the news to his wife

No son the battles not over,the battle has only begun
The rest of the battle will cover,the part that has blackened the sun
The fight's not to come yet with cannons,nor will the fight be hand to hand
No one will regroup the forces,no charge will a General command

The battle will rage in the bosom ,of mother and sweetheart and wife
Brothers,sisters and daughters will grieve for the rest of their lives
Now go ahead and rise from your cover,be thankful that God let you live
Go fight the rest of the battle for those who gave all they could give

I see sir the battle's not over,the battle has only begun
The rest of the battle will cover, the part that has darkened the sun
For there's no sound of the cannon and though there's no smoke in the sky
I'm dropping the gun and the sabre and ready for battle on high

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johnny cash~The big battle~
lyrics~ I think sir the battle is over, and the young soldier lay down his gun. Im tired of running for cover, Im certain the battle is done. For see over there where we fought them, its quite for theyve all gone away. All left is the dead and the dying, the blue lying long side the grave. So you think the battle is over, and you even lay down your gun. You carelessly rise from your cover, for you think the battle is done. Now boy hit the dirt, listen to me, for Im still the one in command. Get flat on the ground here beside me, and lay your heart to the sand. Can you hear the deafening rumble, can you feel the trembling ground. Its not just the horses and wagons that make such a deafening sound. For every shot fired had an echo and every man killed wanted life. There lies your friend Jim mckinney, can you take the news to his wife? No son the battles not over, the battle has only begun. The rest of the battle will cover the part that has blackened the sun. The fight yet to come is not with cannon, nor will the fight be hand-to-hand No one will regroup the forces, no charge will a general command. The battle will rage in the bosom of mother and sweetheart and wife. Brother and sister and daughter will grieve for the rest of their lives. Now go ahead, rise from your cover, be thankful that God let you live. Go fight the rest of the battle for those who gave all they could give. I see sir the battles not over, the battle has only begun The rest of the battle will cover this ...

Johnny Cash - Southwestward & Remember The Alamo
JOHNNY CASH Southwestward & Remember The Alamo Album: Johnny Cash "AMERICA" A 200-Year Salute in Story and Song (1972) Tip: Bill Chermerka ~ We Remember The Alamo de.youtube.com SOUTHWESTWARD: Added to their thirteen colonies Tennessee, Vermont, Kentucky Louisiana and Ohio and Mississippi and Indiana Alabama Maine Missouri Added Arakansas and Michigan added Florida and Texas And in Texas five thousand men under Santa Anna Had crossed the Rio Grande headed for San Antonio David Crockett left Tennessee with the volunteers headed for San Antonio At a Spanish mission near San Antonio they met a knife-fighter And a gambler named Jim Bowie and a Britisher named Travis One hundred eighty Americans against five thousand to the death REMEMBER THE ALAMO: And a hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was high Any man that will fight to the death cross over But if you want to live you'd better fly And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo Ol' Bowie lay dying his powder was ready and dry Flat on his back Bowie killed them a few in reply And young Davy Crockett was singing and laughing with gallantry fears in his eyes For God and for freedom a man more than willing to die Hey Santa Anna... They sent a young scout from the battlements bloody and loud With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud ...

Johnny Cash - Remember the Alamo
Johnny Cash (February 26, 1932September 12, 2003), born JR Cash, was an American singer-songwriter and one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century. The Battle of the Alamo (February 23 March 6, 1836) was a pivotal point in the Texas Revolution. Following a thirteen-day siege, Mexican troops under the President of Mexico General Antonio López de Santa Anna launched an assault on the Alamo Mission in San Antonio de Béxar (modern-day San Antonio, Texas). All but two of the Texian defenders were killed. Santa Anna's perceived cruelty during the battle inspired many Texians—both Texas settlers and adventurers from the United States—to join the Texian Army. Buoyed by a desire for revenge, the Texians defeated the Mexican Army at the Battle of San Jacinto, on April 21, 1836, ending the revolution. Lyrics: One hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die By the line that he drew with his gun when the battle was nigh. Any man that would fight to the death cross over, But him that would live better fly And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below, That men where ever they go, will remember the Alamo Bowie lay dyin', but his powder was ready and dry Flat on his back Bowie killed him a few in reply And young David Crockett was singin' and laughin', With gallantry fierce in his eyes For God and for freedom, a man more than willin' to die Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below, that men where ever they ...

Johnny Cash - The Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Ira Hamilton Hayes (January 12, 1923 January 24, 1955) was an Pima Native American, and an enrolled member of the Gila River Indian Community. A veteran of World War ii's Battle of Iwo Jima, Hayes was trained as a Paramarine in the United States Marine Corps (USMC), and became one of five Marines, along with a United States Navy corpsman, immortalized in the iconic photograph of the flag raising on Iwo Jima. On January 24, 1955, Hayes was found dead, face down and lying in his own vomit and blood, near an abandoned hut close to his home on the Gila River Indian Reservation. Hayes' tragic story was immortalized in a song, "The Ballad of Ira Hayes," by Peter lafarge. Covers of this song were done by Johnny Cash and others. In 1964, Cash took the song to number 3 on the Billboard country music chart. "The Ballad Of Ira Hayes" Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather round me people There's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian You should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian A proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix valley In Arizona land Down the ditches of thousand years The waters grew Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped Now Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer ...

johnny cash~Remember the Alamo~
lyrics~ A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh. Any man that would fight to the death cross over, But him that would live better fly And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below, That men where ever they go, will remember the Alamo Bowie lay dyin', but his powder was ready and dry Flat on his back Bowie killed him a few in reply And young David Crockett was singin' and laughin', With gallantry fierce in his eyes For God and for freedom, a man more than willin' to die Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below, that men where ever they go, will remember the Alamo And then they sent a young scout from the battlements bloody and loud, With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud "Grieve not little darlin' my dyin', if Texas is sovereign and free, We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be" Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below, that men where ever they go, will remember the Alamo