words and music by Michael J. Parker and Rick Paul

My dad’s in Folsom prison ’cause he couldn’t walk the line
Me and my brother Sue were raised in a ring of fire
I’ve had the cocaine blues
And learned to cry, cry, cry
I’ve been down to Jackson with a man in black
That’s my kind of Cash

I like ’em down and dirty
I like ’em old and mean
I’d wreck the ’97
Over forty shades of green
I love it when the train jumps off the track
My quarters fill the jukebox in the back
That’s my kind of Cash

Delia’s gone, greystone chapel, and the beast in me
He sharpened Nine Inch Nails, stood his ground with Tom Petty
He’ll always be a highwayman
An outlaw wild and free
At San Quentin or ‘neath the green, green grass
He’s my kind of Cash

I love it when the train jumps off the track
My quarters fill the jukebox in the back
That’s my kind of Cash