I was her outlaw man dressed in black she my June Carter Cash
A melody lost too soon
Our love burned like a ring of fire
Now I'm left with a whiskey rebellion desire
I can hear that train a coming, coming down the tracks
I Hang my head and cry
Watch the flames rise high
In the ashes of goodbye
Driving in my '63 Impala slow
Radio hums a song I know
Every mile whispers her name
The way we parted
Who's to blame?
Dusty roads and heavy skies
Her memory never dies
I Hang my head and cry
Watch the flames rise high
In the ashes of goodbye,the hurt remains
I was the man in black she my June Carter Cash
We danced to static of a distant tune
under a blood red moon
I Hang my head and cry
A ring of fire lit the sky
Why’d we burn why’d we fade
Hard to forget the mess we made
The radio plays but the words fall flat
Her laughter lingered now where’s it at
Parted like smoke from an old cigar
Ashes in the wind they drift away
Memories haunt but they never stay
Her voice
Her touch
Just ghosts today
Strings are broken but the song remains
A haunting melody of joy and pain
Driving solo through the past I knew
I was Johnny an if I didn't walk the line I'd feel the hurt, I knew sooner or later God was going to cut me down,I hang My Head and cry
With one foot in the fire I lost my June Carter Cash
memories riding shotgun trying to drown them in the sound of an ol Johnny Cash song an a whiskey bottle,eyes locked in the rearview windshield fogged up can't see the clear view,
the hurt keeps coming 'round
Her ghost rides shotgun in my soul
Without my June Carter Cash riding shotgun this outlaw man dressed in black can hear that long dark train coming down the tracks where it's headin nobody knows, nobody sees, I'm lost
not whole, nobody knows but me,hearts stuck in Folsom prison doing time an time keeps marching on with a heavy heart as damp as San Quinton's walls,whiskey rivers call, there's no escape from Alcatraz, rolling down a dusty road paved with gravel with twist and bends,rolling down the highway, man, where it's going I don't know,does the hurt ever end, her memories riding shotgun going up in smoke ,I hang My Head an cry with one foot in the fire
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