

Prompt / Lyrics
I was her outlaw man dressed in black she my June Carter Cash A melody lost too soon Our love burned like a ring of fire Now I'm left with a whiskey rebellion desire I can hear that train a coming, coming down the tracks I Hang my head and cry Watch the flames rise high In the ashes of goodbye Driving in my '63 Impala slow Radio hums a song I know Every mile whispers her name The way we parted Who's to blame? Dusty roads and heavy skies Her memory never dies I Hang my head and cry Watch the flames rise high In the ashes of goodbye,the hurt remains I was the man in black she my June Carter Cash We danced to static of a distant tune under a blood red moon I Hang my head and cry A ring of fire lit the sky Why’d we burn why’d we fade Hard to forget the mess we made The radio plays but the words fall flat Her laughter lingered now where’s it at Parted like smoke from an old cigar Ashes in the wind they drift away Memories haunt but they never stay Her voice Her touch Just ghosts today Strings are broken but the song remains A haunting melody of joy and pain Driving solo through the past I knew I was Johnny an if I didn't walk the line I'd feel the hurt, I knew sooner or later God was going to cut me down,I hang My Head and cry With one foot in the fire I lost my June Carter Cash memories riding shotgun trying to drown them in the sound of an ol Johnny Cash song an a whiskey bottle,eyes locked in the rearview windshield fogged up can't see the clear view, the hurt keeps coming 'round Her ghost rides shotgun in my soul Without my June Carter Cash riding shotgun this outlaw man dressed in black can hear that long dark train coming down the tracks where it's headin nobody knows, nobody sees, I'm lost not whole, nobody knows but me,hearts stuck in Folsom prison doing time an time keeps marching on with a heavy heart as damp as San Quinton's walls,whiskey rivers call, there's no escape from Alcatraz, rolling down a dusty road paved with gravel with twist and bends,rolling down the highway, man, where it's going I don't know,does the hurt ever end, her memories riding shotgun going up in smoke ,I hang My Head an cry with one foot in the fire
Tags
vibe,,rugged raw dark Country,acoustic with steel guitar,Haunting strings,dark deepl and low Raspey southern draw male
5:17
No
12/6/2025