-J.Cash-
Recorded 3/12/59 Nashville, TN
Songs of Our Soil (1959)
KEY: Bb / CAPO: 1 / PLAY: A
VERSE:
[A]I live in the ceme[E]tery
Oh [D]Caretaker they call [A]me
In the winter time I rake the [E]leaves
And in the [D]summer I cut the [A]weeds
[A]When a [D]funeral comes the people[A] cry and pray
They [E]bury their dead then they [A]all go away
[D]But thru their grief I[A] still can see
Their [E]hate and greed and [A]jealousy
[D]So here I work and I [A]somehow hide
[E] [A]
[D]And each night when I [A]rest my head
I'm [E]contented as the [D]peaceful [A]dead
CHORUS:
[A]But who's gonna cry when old John dies
[E]Who's gonna cry when [D]old John [A]dies
VERSE:
Once I was a young man
Dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man
I lost my handsome curls
But I wanna say when my time comes
Lay me facing the rising sun
Put me in a corner where I buried my pop
Tell the preacher to pray and cover me up
Don't lay flowers where my head should be
Maybe God will let some grow from me
And all the little childern that I loved like my own
Will they be sorry that old John's gone
CHORUS:
Who's gonna cry when old John dies
Who's gonna cry when old John dies
Recorded 3/12/59 Nashville, TN
Songs of Our Soil (1959)
KEY: Bb / CAPO: 1 / PLAY: A
VERSE:
[A]I live in the ceme[E]tery
Oh [D]Caretaker they call [A]me
In the winter time I rake the [E]leaves
And in the [D]summer I cut the [A]weeds
[A]When a [D]funeral comes the people[A] cry and pray
They [E]bury their dead then they [A]all go away
[D]But thru their grief I[A] still can see
Their [E]hate and greed and [A]jealousy
[D]So here I work and I [A]somehow hide
[E] [A]
[D]And each night when I [A]rest my head
I'm [E]contented as the [D]peaceful [A]dead
CHORUS:
[A]But who's gonna cry when old John dies
[E]Who's gonna cry when [D]old John [A]dies
VERSE:
Once I was a young man
Dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man
I lost my handsome curls
But I wanna say when my time comes
Lay me facing the rising sun
Put me in a corner where I buried my pop
Tell the preacher to pray and cover me up
Don't lay flowers where my head should be
Maybe God will let some grow from me
And all the little childern that I loved like my own
Will they be sorry that old John's gone
CHORUS:
Who's gonna cry when old John dies
Who's gonna cry when old John dies