Clean Your Own Tables
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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Well now she ain't exactly what you'd call your all American girl
And some too many truckers took her home
And I'll admid her life would read just like a paperback
And some of what she's done I've said it's wrong

But I said clean your own tables boys and bring out your beer
Cause she ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to a use to be barmaid cause she's a lady I choose to be mine

And I ain't exactly been what you call your all American boy
I've done my time in Frisco in LA
How some of youth are taking pride in what I am
I heard you cussing this decision that I've made

But I said clean your own tables...

And I'll admid her life would read just like a paperback
And some of what she's done well I say is wrong





But I said clean your own tables...
Boys if you're able clean your own tables and let me take care of mine

Overall Meaning

In Johnny Cash's song "Clean Your Own Tables," he tells the story of a woman who has led a less than virtuous life, having been with numerous truckers, and made mistakes along the way. However, despite this fact, Johnny Cash declares that she is still deserving of respect and care. He tells the bar patrons to clean their own tables, bring out their own beer and to drink to the "use-to-be barmaid," as she is now a "lady" that he has chosen to be with.


The song is a commentary on the prejudices that exist in society towards those who have not lived "perfect" lives. Society often judges people based on their past, and this song portrays a strong message of acceptance and forgiveness. Cash's lyrics underscore that people who have made mistakes or led difficult lives still have value and should not be discounted or looked down upon.


The chorus is catchy and memorable, urging the crowd to clean their own tables and to let the singer take care of his own problems. This can be interpreted as the singer's way of saying that he is choosing to be with this woman, regardless of her past, and that he does not need the approval or judgment of others to make that decision.


Line by Line Meaning

Well now she ain't exactly what you'd call your all American girl
She doesn't quite adhere to the ideal American woman.


And some too many truckers took her home
Many truckers took advantage of her.


And I'll admit her life would read just like a paperback
Her life has been filled with drama and would make a good book.


And some of what she's done I've said it's wrong
Some of her actions are morally questionable and may not sit well with me.


But I said clean your own tables boys and bring out your beer
I told the boys to handle their own mess and get their drinks themselves.


Cause she ain't gonna do it this time
She is not going to wait on them this time around.


And drink to a use to be barmaid cause she's a lady I choose to be mine
Let's raise a glass to the former barmaid, who is now the lady I have chosen as mine.


And I ain't exactly been what you call your all American boy
I don't quite fit the American ideal of a boy.


I've done my time in Frisco in LA
I have spent time in both San Francisco and Los Angeles.


How some of youth are taking pride in what I am
Some young people admire who I am and what I stand for.


I heard you cussing this decision that I've made
I overheard you cursing my decision.


Boys if you're able clean your own tables and let me take care of mine
Boys, if you are capable, clean your own tables and let me handle mine.




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Musical Interlude

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I'm only goin' over Jordan
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I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
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I want to shout out salvation story
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