The Caretaker

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 want to 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 --- The Caretaker - Johnny Cash