from a dream at 3 a .m. Drift
ing on the sea of shad ows,
the rain was whipping in the wind.
I saw a man dressed all in black
reach out and take the helm.
And he charted us a course
and feel the blisters on my hand
As I'm pulling at the oars,
singin' hymns and talkin' trash
Is my broken guardian angel
the ghost of Johnny Cash?
Johnny's quotin' from the Bible,
I'm tryin' to steer this leaky craft
His familiar voice reminds me
I'm a man who's cut in half
His tarnished halo slips and shines
I'm riding out the deluge
with the ghost of Johnny Cash
Some sinners need their saints
to be survivors of the fall
most angels look too dumb
So how does he live his life out,
dust to dust and ash to ash
With my guide from the other side,
Gotta stand for something,
The devil lost a lot of souls
when Johnny put that black suit on
He's still flipping off the Pharisees
and laughing at old Scrooge
And he haunts the halls of heaven,
Some sinners need their saints
to be survivors of the fall
most angels look too tall
So I'll just live this life out,
dust to dust, and ash to ash
With my guide from the other side,
I'll just live this life out,
dust to dust, and ash to ash
Till I'm raised in hell and heaven
With the ghost of Johnny Cash