Lyrics On the Via Dolorosa - Johnny Cash
We
are
on
the
Via
Dolorosa
the
way
of
The
Cross
having
just
left
the
Praetorium
Where
Pilate
said
to
Christ
I
washed
my
hands
off
the
matter
And
turned
him
over
to
the
people
and
Told
them
to
do
what
they
would
with
him
There's
no
traffic
here
the
streets's
very
narrow
Little
children
playing
along
the
Street
the
street's
about
ten
feet
wide
You
see
the
third
station
of
the
Cross
Where
Christ
almost
fell
under
the
weight
of
the
Cross
He's
kneeling
and
the
fourth
station
of
the
Cross
over
there
Over
forty
or
fifty
feet
farther
toward
Calvary
Where
His
mother
came
up
to
Him
and
said
my
Son
what's
happened
And
she
sees
Him
kneeling
under
the
heavy
weight
of
the
Cross
too
Continuing
on
now
toward
Calvary
from
the
fourth
station
of
the
Cross
We
left
the
Praetorium
where
Christ
Was
sentenced
and
where
he
was
turned
over
To
the
Jewish
people
and
they
were
offered
Barabbas
and
they
said
No
give
us
Christ
we'll
crucify
him
Following
along
the
stations
of
the
Cross
passing
station
No
5
And
they
say
at
this
point
that
Simon
a
Cyrenean
coming
out
of
the
country
On
him
they
laid
the
Cross
they
made
him
bear
it
for
Jesus
And
they
continued
on
the
way
of
the
Cross
as
we
are
now
Leaving
place
No
5 toward
Calvary
it's
a
long
long
way
from
here
You
can
see
standing
here
between
station
No
5 and
No
6
Two
hundred
yards
at
least
up
the
steps
toward
Calvary's
hill
All
along
it's
a
very
narrow
street
ten
or
twelve
feet
wide
Shops
on
each
side
little
children
playing
old
men
and
women
Carrying
their
bread
dressed
in
their
long
robes
Just
as
they
did
two
thousand
years
ago
The
music
here
in
the
background
is
a
Radio
playing
(is
that
an
Arab
station)
Still
continuing
up
the
way
of
the
Cross
toward
Calvary
The
voices
you
hear
in
the
Background
are
pilgrims
from
all
over
the
world
All
along
the
Via
Dolorosa
here
there
Are
beggars
(I
suppose
mostly
Arab
beggars)
Passing
station
No
10
continuing
on
To
Calvary
they
are
all
along
the
way
They
say
that
they
are
all
blind
They
say
that
the
reason
there
are
so
many
blind
along
This
part
of
the
country
is
because
of
the
dust
Everywhere
the
wind
is
blowing
and
the
dust
is
flying
And
of
course
there
are
germs
in
the
dust
that
diseases
their
eyes
And
the
dust
itself
puts
them
out
On
the
way
to
Calvary
we
pass
another
beggar
sittin'
along
the
way
All
kinds
of
shops
pilgrims
continuing
on
the
same
way
we're
going
Now
closer
to
Calvary
the
way
really
gets
crowded
It's
still
the
same
very
narrow
street
though
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