1-CD with 15-page booklet, 20 tracks. Playing time approx. 46 mns.Johnny Cash was a traveling man. He was a songwriter and troubador who turned his personal adventures into stories and songs. On this album, we bring together many of Cash's best early recordings for the Sun label in Memphis and weave them into a story of our own.'Walk The Line,' the critically acclaimed film about Johnny Cash, begins in Folsom Prison. And so does our story. We meet our mythical Traveling Man while he is confined behind bars. Having the Folsom Prison Blues may seem romantic in film and song, but our Traveler is not a happy man. He sits in his cell, reliving the journey that brought him to this place.He thinks back to his carefree days as a young man. He had all the wine, women and song anyone could want. In fact, maybe there were a few too many women. Katy was always special to him, but he just couldn't keep his mind off Annie or Mary Anne or Sadie's chicken stew. He remembers that idiotic toast he made one night, telling all the girls he "loved them everyone the most." What was he thinking? He should have stuck with Katy, alone instead of Katy Too. And to think he bragged to Katy about all the money he'd make one day. As if that would matter to her. She wanted his undying love, not his money. He should have been singing My Treasure to Katy, not to his bank account.It was just a matter of time until Katy snapped. The sweet loyal and devoted girl began to stray. She started to hang around with a Mean Eyed Cat. There was nothing the Traveler could do about it. There You Go, he thought to himself. You're gone again. It got worse and worse as the days went by. All he could do was sit at home and Cry! Cry! Cry!Finally the free-wheeling, easy-living Traveler had had enough of his own medicine. He told Katy he was through. There's a Wide Open Road, he said to her, as he pointed to the door of their home. Katy walked through it without so much as a backward glance. His prideful anger was gone before she disappeared down the road, suitcase in hand. His world began to crumble. He thought about the days when Katy still loved him. The days when he would come home to find a loving partner, who ran to greet him, saying Come In Stranger, it's good to have you home. Those times seemed gone forever. He grieved for Katy. He cried enough tears to flood a Big River.There was no doubt about it. He belonged in the Fool's Hall Of Fame. Would Katy ever come back home? He watched for her topsail at the Port Of Lonely Hearts. He went to the station waiting for the Train Of Love, but his darling was not on board. Where was she? If he ever found her, he knew he'd have to Walk The Line. There was no doubt of that. But would it be too little, too late? He could imagine himself walking towards her, pleading, Don't Make Me Go. But would she accept him?He began to travel. Anywhere was better than home and its wall-to-wall reminders of Katy. He carried a permanent ticket on the Blue Train. It seemed every other word he spoke was Hey Porter. One day, as he got off the Blue Train, he met a man who was in even worse shape than he was. The man was dying by the side of the track. Give My Love To Rose, he begged. It was like a wakeup call. Suddenly our Traveler knew he had to be fatalistic. Guess Things Happen That Way, he said to himself. He realized that Life Goes On. There would be life after Katy, after all. But then he was jolted back to the present: Here he was stuck in Folsom Prison. He knew why he was here, although it seemed like another lifetime. He remembered walking into that bar in Reno. Suddenly he was face to face with Katy's boyfriend. In a flash of anger he had shot the man, just to watch him die.Yes, someday he would walk away from prison, an older but wiser man. Maybe he'd find another Katy and treat her right this time. But before he'd be free, he had another song to sing: Doin' My Time.Hank Davis