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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."

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