Shelter From Storm
by JOHNNY CASH
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
Not a word was spoke between us, there was no risk involved
Nothing up to that point had even been unresolved
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
Nothing up to that point had even been unresolved
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn.
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn.
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully, and took my crown of thorns
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully, and took my crown of thorns
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
Now the bonds are broken, but they can be re-tied
One more journey to the woods, the holes where spirits hide,
It's a never-ending battle, for a peace that's always torn,
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
One more journey to the woods, the holes where spirits hide,
It's a never-ending battle, for a peace that's always torn,
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
I've heard newborn babies cryin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man, Is it hopeless and forlorn?
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man, Is it hopeless and forlorn?
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
Now there’s a wall between us, something has been lost
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed
Just to think it all began on an uneventful morn,
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed
Just to think it all began on an uneventful morn,
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
I bargained for salvation an' she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Come in, she said, I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.