Drums Johnny Cash
"Drums" by Johnny Cash, released in 1977, is a #Country song that explores themes of conflict, loss, and the emotional toll of war. The lyrics convey a sense of longing and reflection, emphasizing the impact of military service on individuals and families. Its unique elements include a driving rhythm and Cash's deep, resonant voice. The song highlights the struggles faced by veterans, contributing to discussions about war's consequences in popular culture.
[Verse 1]
From the Indian reservation to the governmental school
Well they're going to educate me to the white men's Golden Rule
And I'm learning very quickly for I've learned to be ashamed
And I come when they call Billy though I've got an Indian name
[Chorus]
And there are drums beyond the mountain Indian drums that you can't hear
There are drums beyond the mountain and they're getting mighty near
[Verse 2]
And when they think that they'd changed me cut my hair to meet their needs
Will they think I'm white or Indian quarter blood or just half breed
Let me tell you Mr teacher when you say you'll make me right
In five hundred years of fighting, not one Indian turned white
[Chorus]
And there are drums beyond the mountain Indian drums that you can't hear
There are drums beyond the mountain and they're getting mighty near
[Verse 3]
Well you thought that I knew nothing when you brought me here to school
Just another empty Indian just America's first fool
But now I can tell you stories that are burnt and dried and old
But in the shadow of their telling walks the thunder proud and bold
From the Indian reservation to the governmental school
Well they're going to educate me to the white men's Golden Rule
And I'm learning very quickly for I've learned to be ashamed
And I come when they call Billy though I've got an Indian name
[Chorus]
And there are drums beyond the mountain Indian drums that you can't hear
There are drums beyond the mountain and they're getting mighty near
[Verse 2]
And when they think that they'd changed me cut my hair to meet their needs
Will they think I'm white or Indian quarter blood or just half breed
Let me tell you Mr teacher when you say you'll make me right
In five hundred years of fighting, not one Indian turned white
[Chorus]
And there are drums beyond the mountain Indian drums that you can't hear
There are drums beyond the mountain and they're getting mighty near
[Verse 3]
Well you thought that I knew nothing when you brought me here to school
Just another empty Indian just America's first fool
But now I can tell you stories that are burnt and dried and old
But in the shadow of their telling walks the thunder proud and bold
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