The Ghost of Johnny Cash

I woke up in a cold sweat, from a dream at 3am,
I was driftin on a sea of shadows the rain was whippin in the wind
I saw a man dressed all in black, reach out and take the helm,
And he charted us a course, out into the spirit realm.
I can taste the salt, feel the blisters on my hand
As I'm pulling at the oars, rowing on to glory land,
And sittin' in the stern, singin' hymns and talkin' trash
Is my broken guardian angel, the ghost of Johnny Cash.
Well, Johnny's quoting from the Bible, while I'm trying to steer this leaky craft,
His familiar voice reminds me that I'm man who's cut in half,
His tarnished halo slips and shines, and the raging bellows crash,
and I'm riding out the deluge with the ghost of Johnny Cash.
Some sinners need their saints to be survivors of the fall,
cause' when you're down here on your knees, most angels look too tall,
So I'll just live this life out, dust to dust and ash to ash,
With my guide from the other side... the ghost of Johnny Cash,

You gotta stand for something, cause' when you're gone you're gone
The devil lost a lot of souls when Johnny put that black suit on,
He's still flippin' off the Pharisees, laughing that old scratch
While he haunts the halls of heaven... the ghost of Johnny Cash
Some sinners need their saints to be survivors of the fall,
cause when your down here on your knees, most angels look to tall,
So I'll just live this life out, dust to dust and ash to ash
With my guide from the other side... the ghost of Johnny Cash,
Yeah, I'll just live this life out, dust to dust and ash to ash
Until I'm raisin' hell in heaven... with the ghost of Johnny Cash