he Caretaker
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I live in the cemetery ol' caretaker they call me
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In the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds
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When a funeral comes the people cry and pray
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They bury their dead and they all go away
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But through their grief I still can see their hate and greed and jealousy
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So here I work and I somehow hide from a world that rushes by outside
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And each night when I rest my head I'm contented as the peaceful death
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But who's gonna cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies
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Once I was a young man dashing with the girls
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Now no one wants an old man I lost my handsome curls
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But I wanna say when my time comes lay me facing the rising sun
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Put me in the corner where where I buried my pup
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Tell the preacher to pray then cover me up
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Don't lay flowers where my head should be maybe God let some grow for me
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And all the little children that I love like my own
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Will they be sorry that old John's gone
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Who's gonna cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies
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The Caretaker (fka Who's Gonna Cry)
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| Johnny Cash |
