Circa 1965. Johnny is as spun-out on dope as I've ever seen him, tirelessly (if you know what I mean) advocating for Native Americans on Pete Seeger's TV show. It's amazing to think about the incredibly focused, compelling music Cash was producing during this period, in this practically near-death physical condition. Concludes with a run-through of "As Long As The Grass Shall Grow" that actually is more resonant for Cash's decrepit state.