Strawberry Cake

Johnny Cash:
In New York City just walking the street
Ran out of money had nothing to eat
Stopped at the Plaza, that fancy hotel
Where you can check in if you’re well to do well

The first of July and a hundred and four
I stopped at the Plaza’s front revolving door
Stepped in the door and went around for a ride
Treating myself to the cool air inside

Then I found myself in a chandeliered room
Where people were dining and I hid in the gloom
My hunger pains hurt till I thought I would break
When a waiter brought out a big strawberry cake

Oh, that strawberry cake
Oh, that strawberry cake
Out in California them berries were grown
Into this city them berries were flown
For making that strawberry cake

Then I thought of Oxnard, just north of LA
Where I picked strawberries for many a day
Hard work with no future for the harvest was done
And I headed eastward a traveling by thumb

And nobody wanted me here in this town
I felt like a stray dog they all kick around
Them berries reminded me of my bad breaks
I’m hungry and I need that strawberry cake

Johnny and June Carter: I deserve that strawberry cake
Deserve that strawberry cake
Johnny: I ran and I grabbed it then out the side door
Into Central Park through the bushes I tore
Johnny and June: Holding my strawberry cake

Johnny:
Then I looked back behind me and what do I see
The chef and headwaiter and the maître d
I had a nice helping of cake as I ran
Gobbling them berries as fast as I can

And they’re closing the gap as I slowed down to eat
But the cake brought a new surge of power to my feet
I hid in the bush when the lead I did take
And I quietly finished my strawberry cake

Johnny and June: I ate all that strawberry cake
That fine fancy strawberry cake
Someone at the plaza is without dessert
Johnny: But for the first time in days now my belly don’t hurt
Johnny and June: I’m full of strawberry cake

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