Johnny Cash - Dear Mrs lyrics
[Johnny Cash - Dear Mrs lyrics]
Dear Mrs though we've never met I
Know very much about you
I know that you've got hair that
Shines like the morning sun
You've got eyes that hold the
Blueness of the sky
And of the deepest sea on a clear day and
A smile that has a sparkle of a diamond
I know that because I've heard him
Say those things about you
These're the thoughts and the words of a man
Who spent many heart breaking
Years behind prison walls
The father of your children
The man who worshipped
The very ground that you walk on
He had a picture of you Mrs it
Was old and faded and torn
But you could tell at a glance that he
Never exaggerated in his thoughts and visions
He never left his cell
Without first checking to
See if he had your picture with him
He was a young man when
He first came to prison
And he talked a great deal about you but as
The years passed he talked less and less
And during his last year
Here I don't believe
He ever said a word to anybody
He had the appearance of a man
Much older than he really was
He walked with his head down
And his shoulders sagging
And the walk it'self seemed to take
A great deal of effort
He never received a letter or had a
Visitor while he was here in prison
But never did he stop looking and waiting
Every day at mail call you could see
Him standing close to his bars
With the look of a child awaiting a reward
Even after the mailman had passed his cell
His pleading eyes would follow begging
As always he'd feel of his shirt
Pocket and then just stand there
Staring at the emptiness and
As always I could
Somehow feel the lump in his throat
And the burning in his eyes you know Mrs
Like just before you start to cry
Well I thought you might like to know
That they buried his body today
Just outside the prison walls
They buried him there because nobody cared
Enough to claim his body
You know there was even a couple of
Old convicts there that actually cried
No not because they cared for him but for
What he died from they cared for
Loneliness every prisoner knows
Loneliness but some know it more than others
The man that they buried today
Had died many times
Every day he waited hoping and praying
For a letter or a card
Or just a note or anything to let
Him know that somewhere out there
Somebody cared for him
That assurance never came and
Today he died Mrs
He died from loneliness starved for love
A love that nobody ever wanted
You see no man woman or child is immune to
The need of love or to be loved
No matter how terrible his
Crime might have been
The death he died from today was more inhuman
But his suffering is over
Now and he's resting
In a pauper's grave in a prison suit
And in his pocket is an old torn and
Faded picture of yes of you Mrs
Know very much about you
I know that you've got hair that
Shines like the morning sun
You've got eyes that hold the
Blueness of the sky
And of the deepest sea on a clear day and
A smile that has a sparkle of a diamond
I know that because I've heard him
Say those things about you
These're the thoughts and the words of a man
Who spent many heart breaking
Years behind prison walls
The father of your children
The man who worshipped
The very ground that you walk on
He had a picture of you Mrs it
Was old and faded and torn
But you could tell at a glance that he
Never exaggerated in his thoughts and visions
He never left his cell
Without first checking to
See if he had your picture with him
He was a young man when
He first came to prison
And he talked a great deal about you but as
The years passed he talked less and less
And during his last year
Here I don't believe
He ever said a word to anybody
He had the appearance of a man
Much older than he really was
He walked with his head down
And his shoulders sagging
And the walk it'self seemed to take
A great deal of effort
He never received a letter or had a
Visitor while he was here in prison
But never did he stop looking and waiting
Every day at mail call you could see
Him standing close to his bars
With the look of a child awaiting a reward
Even after the mailman had passed his cell
His pleading eyes would follow begging
As always he'd feel of his shirt
Pocket and then just stand there
Staring at the emptiness and
As always I could
Somehow feel the lump in his throat
And the burning in his eyes you know Mrs
Like just before you start to cry
Well I thought you might like to know
That they buried his body today
Just outside the prison walls
They buried him there because nobody cared
Enough to claim his body
You know there was even a couple of
Old convicts there that actually cried
No not because they cared for him but for
What he died from they cared for
Loneliness every prisoner knows
Loneliness but some know it more than others
The man that they buried today
Had died many times
Every day he waited hoping and praying
For a letter or a card
Or just a note or anything to let
Him know that somewhere out there
Somebody cared for him
That assurance never came and
Today he died Mrs
He died from loneliness starved for love
A love that nobody ever wanted
You see no man woman or child is immune to
The need of love or to be loved
No matter how terrible his
Crime might have been
The death he died from today was more inhuman
But his suffering is over
Now and he's resting
In a pauper's grave in a prison suit
And in his pocket is an old torn and
Faded picture of yes of you Mrs