Cash, Johnny - Dear Mrs. Lyrics




Dear Mrs though we've never met I know very much about you
I know that you've got hair that shines like the morning sun
You've got eyes that hold the blueness of the sky
And of the deepest sea on a clear day and a smile that has a sparkle of a diamond
I know that because I've heard him say those things about you
These're the thoughts and the words of a man
Who spent many heart breaking years behind prison walls
The father of your children the man who worshipped the very ground that you walk on
He had a picture of you Mrs it was old and faded and torn
But you could tell at a glance that he never exaggerated in his thoughts and visions
He never left his cell without first checking to see if he had your picture with him
He was a young man when he first came to prison
And he talked a great deal about you but as the years passed he talked less and less
And during his last year here I don't believe he ever said a word to anybody
He had the appearance of a man much older than he really was
He walked with his head down and his shoulders saggin'
And the walk itself seemed to take a great deal of effort
He never received a letter or had a visitor while he was here in prison
But never did he stop looking and waitin'
Every day at mail call you could see him standing close to his bars
With the look of a child awaiting a reward
Even after the mailman had passed his cell his pleading eyes would follow beggin'
As always he'd feel of his shirt pocket and then just stand there
Staring at the emptiness and as always I could
Somehow feel the lump in his throat
And the burning in his eyes you know Mrs like just before you start to cry
Well I thought you might like to know that they buried his body today
Just outside the prison walls
They buried him there because nobody cared enough to claim his body
You know there was even a couple of old convicts there that actually cried
No not because they cared for him but for what he died from they cared for
Loneliness every prisoner knows loneliness but some know it more than others
The man that they buried today had died many times
Every day he waited hopin' and prayin' for a letter or a card
Or just a note or anything to let him know that somewhere out there
Somebody cared for him
That assurance never came and today he died Mrs
He died from loneliness starved for love a love that nobody ever wanted
You see no man woman or child is immune to the need of love or to be loved
No matter how terrible his crime might have been
The death he died from today was more inhuman
But his suffering is over now and he's resting in a pauper's grave in a prison suit
And in his pocket is an old torn and faded picture of yes of you Mrs





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Cash, Johnny Dear Mrs. Comments
  1. michael hudson

    zelda wind waker 3d part 1

  2. Kristin Ramos

    Does anyone know where I can download this from. My uncle is the one that wrote this song and just recently passed away.

    Kenny Dobbins

    I'm sorry for your loss.

    Joe Barbaro

    You can download this video. Google ''download YouTube videos'', and you'll find it. It's not completely legal though, but that's not very important.

  3. BRIAN STICKLEY

    Grew up to this music. just want to say big THANK YOU,

    Kristin Ramos

    BRIAN STICKLEY my uncle wrote this

  4. satchman1965

    Dear Mrs.Though we have never met, I know a great deal about you. I know that you have hair that shines like the morning sun, you've got eyes that hold the blueness of the sky and of the deepest sea on a clear day, and a smile that has the sparkle of a diamond. I know that because I've heard him say those things about you. These are the thoughts and words of a man who spent many heartbreaking years behind prison walls. The father of your children. The man who worshipped the very ground that you walk on. He had a picture of you Mrs. It was old and faded and torn but you could tell at a glance that he never exaggerated in his thoughts and visions. He never left his cell without first checking to see if he had your picture with him. He was a young man when he first came to prison and he talked a great deal about you, but as the years passed he talked less and less and during his last year here I don't believe he had ever said a word to anybody. He had the appearance of a man much older than he really was. He walked with his head down and his shoulders sagging, and the walk itself seemed to take a great deal of effort. He never received a letter or had a visitor while he was here in prison, but never did he stop looking and waiting. Everyday at mail call you could see him standing close to his bars with the look of a child waiting a reward. Even after the mailman had passed he pleading eyes would follow begging. As always he had the feel of his shirt pocket and then just stand there staring at the emptiness. And as always I could somehow feel the lump in his throat and the burning in his eyes. You know Mrs, like just before you start to cry? Well I thought you might like to know that they buried his body today just outside the prison walls. They buried him there because no one cared enough to claim his body. You know there was even a couple of old convicts that actually cried, no not because they cared for him but for what he died from they cared for. Loneliness. Every prisoner knows loneliness some know it more than others. The man they buried today had died many times. Everyday he waited hoping and praying for a letter or a card or just a note to let him know that somewhere out there somebody cared for him. That assurance never came and today he died Mrs. He died from loneliness, starved from love, a love that nobody ever wanted. You see no man, woman or child is immune to the need of love or to be loved. No matter how terrible his crime might have been, the death he died from today was more inhuman. But his suffering is over now and he's resting in a paupers grave in a prison suit and in his pocket is an old, torn and faded picture of, yes of you Mrs.

  5. Graham Reed

    I WAS IN A FRIENDS HOUSE WHEN I FIRST HEARD THIS RECORD MY FRIEND MADE ME A JOHNNY CASH FAN R I P JOHNNY

  6. satchman1965

    I remember listening to this over and over again when I was a kid. Brings back some memories. Thanks.