I Hung My Head

I always wanted to keep this seperate from a journal.
I had one a few years ago under the guise of Divinity Lost.
I am working up to some 'poetry' however... well... I'm gettin there.
So much work, so many bills, how does one find the time?
This evening however, I was able to finish work early (ahhhh managerial positions...) as I felt like utter Shite.
Not ill, just generally shite. A case of the blues it would seem.
So I've come home, set up my stereo, and Johnny Cash is now cruising his way over the soundwaves.
I'm getting well stuck into a bottle of Southern Comfort and smoking some steak and potatoes (You think it's cancer, it's a fucking roast dinner I swear).
If I have an ounce of idea in me this evening I'll post something later on, but for the meantime, I want to leave you with this, the classic journal entry of a song I love, so as to further spread the infection of my personality upon you.
Get the song
Enjoy...


JOHNNY CASH

"Hung My Head"

Early one morning
With time to kill
I borrowed Jebb's rifle
And sat on a hill
I saw a lone rider
Crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him
To practice my aim

My brother's rifle
Went off in my hand
A shot rang out
Across the land
The horse, he kept running
The rider was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

I set off running
To wake from the dream
My brother's rifle
Went into the sheen
I kept on running
Into the south lands
That's where they found me
My head in my hands

The sheriff he asked me
Why had I run
And then it came to me
Just what I had done
And all for no reason
Just one peace of lead
I hung my head
I hung my head

Here in the court house
The whole town was there
I see the judge
High up in the chair
Explain to the court room
What went through your mind
And we'll ask the jury
What verdict they find

I felt the power
Of death over life
I orphaned his children
I widowed his wife
I begged their forgiveness
I wish I was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

I hung my head
I hung my head

Early one morning
With time to kill
I see the gallows
Up on a hill
And out in the distance
A trick of the brain
I see a lone rider
Crossing the plain

And he'd come to fetch me
To see what they'd done
And we'd ride together
To kingdom come
I prayed for God's mercy
For soon I'd be dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

I hung my head
I hung my head