Johnny Cash - Ceiling, Four Walls And A Floor lyrics
[Johnny Cash - Ceiling, Four Walls And A Floor lyrics]
His daddy said
Son you ought to quit dreaming
Put your feet on the ground and your
Future in the hands of the Lord
But the boy said, no, that isn't enough dad
All you got here is a ceiling
Four walls and a floor
He left his home in Buckalou County
He went thumbing and sleeping on
The roadside living in jeans
Along about Pittsburgh he got him a good job
Bought him a brand new Malibu Chevy
That was part of his dreams
He met a pretty girl
She was thinking of a family
He bought a lot of tapes
For his Malibu Chevy
But he didn't want more
And the pretty girl said
Boy you ought to slow down
He did a little drinking
He did a little gambling
Shot a little nine ball
Bet a little money on the football games
He picked up a habit
He got it on the sidewalk
His habit got bigger
But his weekly paycheck stayed the same
His daddy wrote letters but he never answered
The pretty girl begged him to give up the
Habit and to work on a change
It was a real small gun
And a real small robbery
They locked him up and they traded
Him a number for his name
It isn't big news, it isn't a big story
You didn't see it in the paper
So I guess we ought to put it in a song
The boy got hooked and
He couldn't get unhooked
And it's happening somewhere now and
Maybe that's what's wrong
His daddy said son you ought to quit dreaming
Son you ought to quit dreaming
Put your feet on the ground and your
Future in the hands of the Lord
But the boy said, no, that isn't enough dad
All you got here is a ceiling
Four walls and a floor
He left his home in Buckalou County
He went thumbing and sleeping on
The roadside living in jeans
Along about Pittsburgh he got him a good job
Bought him a brand new Malibu Chevy
That was part of his dreams
He met a pretty girl
She was thinking of a family
He bought a lot of tapes
For his Malibu Chevy
But he didn't want more
And the pretty girl said
Boy you ought to slow down
He did a little drinking
He did a little gambling
Shot a little nine ball
Bet a little money on the football games
He picked up a habit
He got it on the sidewalk
His habit got bigger
But his weekly paycheck stayed the same
His daddy wrote letters but he never answered
The pretty girl begged him to give up the
Habit and to work on a change
It was a real small gun
And a real small robbery
They locked him up and they traded
Him a number for his name
It isn't big news, it isn't a big story
You didn't see it in the paper
So I guess we ought to put it in a song
The boy got hooked and
He couldn't get unhooked
And it's happening somewhere now and
Maybe that's what's wrong
His daddy said son you ought to quit dreaming