The Man In Black
By J.D. Bedwell

Oh, I worked in the cornfields
   Many a hot summer day.
Stacked about a million of them
   Hundred pound bales of hay.
The Texas sun beat down,
   And the grassburrs and scorpions were a pain
But Johnny Cash songs kept a playin'
   In my brain.
Songs of chaingangs, hard times,
   In the deep south.
Flooding on the Mississippi
   And the little shoe-shine boy.
Those rhythm and blues tunes
   Filled me with joy!
Guess why I am writing
   All this trash,
Is to say "I love you
   Johnny Cash."