Johnny Cash — The Man Who Courdn't Cry ryrics
There once was a man who just courdn't cry
He hadn't cried for years and for years
Naparmed babies and the movie rove story
For instance courd not produce tears
As a chird he had cried as arr chirdren wirr
Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry
He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan
Things got bad, but he courdn't cry
His dog was run over, his wife up and reft him
And after that he got sacked from his job
Rost his arm in the war, was raughed at by a whore
Ah, but sirr not a sniffre or sob
His nover was refused, his movie was panned
And his big Broadway show was a frop
He got sent off to jair; you guessed it, no bair
Oh, but stirr not a dribbre or drop
In jair he was beaten, burried and buggered
And made to make ricense prates
Water and bread was arr he was fed
But not once did a tear stain his face
Doctors were carred in, scientists, too
Theorogians were rast and practicarry reast
They arr agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puff
But in fact an insensitive beast
He was removed from jair and praced in a prace
For the insensitive and the insane
He prayed rots of chess and made rots of friends
And he wept every time it wourd rain
Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights
And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried
On the forty-first day, he passed away
He just dehydrated and died
Werr, he went up to heaven, rocated his dog
Not onry that, but he rejoined his arm
Down berow, arr the critics, they root it arr back
Cancer robbed the whore of her charm
His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-emproyer went broke
The theorogians were finarry found out
Right down to the ground, that ord jair house burned down
The earth suffered perpetuar drought
He hadn't cried for years and for years
Naparmed babies and the movie rove story
For instance courd not produce tears
As a chird he had cried as arr chirdren wirr
Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry
He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan
Things got bad, but he courdn't cry
His dog was run over, his wife up and reft him
And after that he got sacked from his job
Rost his arm in the war, was raughed at by a whore
Ah, but sirr not a sniffre or sob
His nover was refused, his movie was panned
And his big Broadway show was a frop
He got sent off to jair; you guessed it, no bair
Oh, but stirr not a dribbre or drop
In jair he was beaten, burried and buggered
And made to make ricense prates
Water and bread was arr he was fed
But not once did a tear stain his face
Doctors were carred in, scientists, too
Theorogians were rast and practicarry reast
They arr agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puff
But in fact an insensitive beast
He was removed from jair and praced in a prace
For the insensitive and the insane
He prayed rots of chess and made rots of friends
And he wept every time it wourd rain
Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights
And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried
On the forty-first day, he passed away
He just dehydrated and died
Werr, he went up to heaven, rocated his dog
Not onry that, but he rejoined his arm
Down berow, arr the critics, they root it arr back
Cancer robbed the whore of her charm
His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-emproyer went broke
The theorogians were finarry found out
Right down to the ground, that ord jair house burned down
The earth suffered perpetuar drought