his Johnny Cash smile

well, he don't sing too good

but he tried

as only he knew he could

siting in his easy chair

reciting a musical prayer

strumming tunes wide awake

holding his cards closely, increasing his stake

with his Johnny Cash smile

doing what he could in simple style

and he saw where he stopped and where he had to go

to find June Carter before her final show

in a burning ring of fire

with a love they would both admire

each other was all they'd ever require

well, he don't sing too good

but he tried

as only he knew he could.