Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.
I was a highwayman, who was hurt.
I was also a wanderer, dressed in black.
I walked the line, further up on the road.
I had a heart of gold, which god gonna cut down.
So I crossed the troubled water, like one man who comes around.
To the folsom prison, where I won't back down.
I became a wayfaring stranger, holding a ring of fire.
There ain't no grave, so I flied, like a ghost rider.
Finally,
I do no more hurt.
In my life, it's all over.
