Johnny Cash: Pills'n'Thrills And Bellyaches
Mark Cooper, Q, June 1991
HITCHING UP HIS blue jeans to give his hands something to do, country music's Greatest Living Legend smothers a cough before the familiar voice offers the ritual greeting, "Hello, I'm Johnny Cash." Up close, his face seems to have absorbed every mile and every sleepless night he has known in 36 years on the road.
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