At Seventy-one he lost his life,
Four months after, his beloved wife.
She was his rock, and he walked the line,
To let the world know, this beauty is mine.
June was a tough gal, hard to the core,
He'd found it hard to live anymore.
She was petite, but mean as a bull,
He was so tall, the scams he would pull.
He kicked the habit of the deadly drugs,
Replacing them with his grandchildren's hugs.
He fell off the wagon one or two times.
June stood beside him, through all of his crimes.
They made great music while they were together,
June in her lace and Johnny in his leather.
They battled through some fierce, raging storms,
Yet, they ended up in each other's arms.
Johnny and June were the perfect pair,
I wonder if June ever once cut her hair?
Johnny was missing his June that day,
Four months after his beloved pass away.
Now they're together once again my friend,
The way it was meant to be in the end.
Their singing in Heaven, they're not looking back.
The only thing different, Johnny's no longer in black.
In Memory Of: Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash
