| I woke up in a cold sweat, from a dream at 3am,
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| I was driftin on a sea of shadows the rain was whippin in the wind
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| I saw a man dressed all in black, reach out and take the helm,
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| And he charted us a course, out into the spirit realm.
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| I can taste the salt, feel the blisters on my hand
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| As I’m pulling at the oars, rowing on to glory land,
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| And sittin' in the stern, singin' hymns and talkin' trash
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| Is my broken guardian angel, the ghost of Johnny Cash.
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| Well, Johnny’s quoting from the Bible, while I’m trying to steer this leaky
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| craft,
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| His familiar voice reminds me that I’m man who’s cut in half,
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| His tarnished halo slips and shines, and the raging bellows crash,
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| And I’m riding out the deluge with the ghost of Johnny Cash.
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| Some sinners need their saints to be survivors of the fall,
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| Cause' when you’re down here on your knees, most angels look too tall,
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| So I’ll just live this life out, dust to dust and ash to ash,
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| With my guide from the other side… the ghost of Johnny Cash,
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| You gotta stand for something, cause' when you’re gone you’re gone
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| The devil lost a lot of souls when Johnny put that black suit on,
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| He’s still flippin' off the Pharisees, laughing that old scratch
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| While he haunts the halls of heaven… the ghost of Johnny Cash
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| Some sinners need their saints to be survivors of the fall,
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| Cause when your down here on your knees, most angels look to tall,
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| So I’ll just live this life out, dust to dust and ash to ash
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| With my guide from the other side… the ghost of Johnny Cash,
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| Yeah, I’ll just live this life out, dust to dust and ash to ash
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| Until I’m raisin' hell in heaven… with the ghost of Johnny Cash |