In all honesty, I wrote this originally as a Country lyric but it seems to work well enough as a stand-alone item

of verse.  A fond Tribute to the late lamented "Man in Black".

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I put a lot of sweat into the songs I wrote,

Every last word and every last note,

So it hurt when my Daddy would clear his throat,

And his eyes begin to flash.

 

"Where's the heart and soul?" he'd say to me,

"Here's my advice and it's for free..."

And I'd get it all from A to Zee - but

Daddy knew Johnny Cash.

 

Oh, they weren't friends - or anything like,

Never met for a beer or went for a hike,

Never stood on a stage and shared a mike - but

Daddy knew Johnny Cash.

 

Knew every song the Man in Black wrote,

Every last word and every last note,

Could recite every one with a lump in his throat,

Yeah - Daddy knew Johnny Cash.

 

"The tune's not bad," he'd grudgingly say,

After he'd heard me sing and play,

"It's the person inside you that's wandered away",

Yeah - Daddy knew Johnny Cash.

 

Now when I get an idea for a song,

I invite my heart and soul along,

And when I do I can't go wrong,

Yeah - Daddy knew Johnny Cash.

 

I realise when I look back

That he was just leading me

Down the right track

Cos he was in tune with the Man in Black

Yeah - Daddy knew Johnny Cash.

 

Now they're both gone and that don't seem fair,

But they taught me that songs have to care,

And I'll bet up in that Great Somewhere...

Daddy knows Johnny Cash...

Yeah - I'm sure up in that Great Somewhere...

Daddy knows Johnny Cash.

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