Terry Scott, Johnny Cash Tribute Artist on February.

Johnny and I share the same birthday month; he was born on February 26^th, 1932; 24 years before my birthdate of February 20^th. We share the same birthday month, love of country music, love of country and love of God.

I have a baritone voice but I don’t sound “exactly” like Cash; I really haven’t heard anyone tribute artist really come close. Cash didn’t have a voice one could easily imitate like Elvis’ for instance. Even Cash in his later years said, “I don’t sing like that anymore”. Cashes voice changed over his long life span as he even recorded up the week prior to his death. My performance is “one man, one guitar and one ‘HECKOFA’ tribute. In narration and song, I try to do a little to make sure that J Cash Lives.

The Charitable Side of the Man in Black: How Johnny Cash Gave Back

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Have you seen the new Johnny Cash Ragged Old Flag Video? Words are here.

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Ragged Old Flag

Johnny Cash

I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there
I said, your old courthouse is kinda run down
He said, naw, it'll do for our little town
I said, your old flagpole has leaned a little bit
And that's a ragged old flag you got hanging on it

He said, have a seat, and I sat down
Is this the first time you've been to our little town?
I said, I think it is
He said, I don't like to brag
But we're kinda proud of that ragged old flag

You see, we got a little hole in that flag there when
Washington took it across the Delaware
And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writing say can you see
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams

And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the texas flag, but she waved on though
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg
And the south wind blew hard on that ragged old flag

On Flanders field in World War one
She got a big hole from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War Two
She hung limp and low a time or two
She was in Korea and Vietnam
She went where she was sent by Uncle Sam

She waved from our ships upon the Briny foam
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home
In her own good land here she's been abused
She's been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused

And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout the land
And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in
'Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more

So we raise her up every morning
We take her down every night
We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right
On second thought, I do like to brag
'Cause I'm mighty proud of that ragged old flag