I'll walk the line
I'll walk the line
In the heart of Arkansas, under skies so vast and wide,
A boy named Johnny Cash, with a guitar by his side.
With a voice deep and somber, he sang of love and pain,
A life on the rails, through sunshine and rain.
"I Walk the Line," he promised, with a rhythm so true,
A pledge of steadfast love, under skies of endless blue.
Through prison walls and darkened bars, his songs would soar and dive,
Telling tales of redemption, keeping hope alive.
From the depths of Folsom, to the heights of fame's embrace,
Johnny walked his line with dignity and grace.
Through struggles and triumphs, his music found its way,
Echoing the struggles of the soul, in the light of day.
A man in black, with a cause, for the voiceless he'd stand tall,
Singing for the broken, the forgotten, one and all.
His legacy, a treasure, in the annals of song,
Johnny Cash, a legend, steadfast and strong.
So here's to the Man in Black, with his guitar's mournful chime,
For every step he took, was a melody in time.
A poet, a preacher, a sinner, so fine,
Forever walking his line, through every verse and rhyme.
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Johnny Cash was one of a kind, Fleeky!
Jeff
He sure was...
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