The Caretaker — текст песни (Johnny Cash)

I live in the cemetery ol` caretaker they call me
In the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds
When a funeral comes the people cry and pray
They bury their dead and they all go away
But through their grief I still can see their hate and greed and jealousy
So here I work and I somehow hide from a world that rushes by outside
And each night when I rest my head I`m contented as the peaceful death
But who`s gonna cry when old John dies who`s gonna cry when old John dies
Once I was a young man dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man I lost my handsome curls
But I wanna say when my time comes lay me facing the rising sun
Put me in the corner where where I buried my pup
Tell the preacher to pray then cover me up
Don`t lay flowers where my head should be maybe God let some grow for me
And all the little children that I love like my own
Will they be sorry that old John`s gone
Who`s gonna cry when old John dies who`s gonna cry when old John dies