Selling Johnny Cash

Hello. I'm Johnny Cash.
Let me play you a song to which you can relate.
It's somethin' different than that everyday stuff.
Let me sing it into your soul,
And let me warm up your heart.
There's passion, real passion, involved,
And it's of humanity facing the truth.
You gotta let me in, please, I say.
You just gotta let me in, man,
For all I wanna do is sell Johnny Cash.

Listen to the words, and you'll know I'm real,
I really try, try, try to please,
And if I don't, well, there's no record deal,
For I will then just cry, cry, cry,
And wail into the wee hours,
But I have faith, and I think I can sell.
Listen to me, the voice of God,
The voice of His aiming for your heart.
You gotta let me in, gotta let me in, pray tell,
For all I wanna do is sell my Johnny Cash.

Life's been hard. I know how it is.
I can empathize with your hardships, experiences and sins.
I can feel your pain, because I've been down that road,
Down Southbound on what used to be Highway 666.
I went on along with a sinner's tour,
Only to bounce back, to sing of the blues.
It ain't just rock 'n roll or country, you know.
It's about humanity, the passion that's in the soul.
And as I said before, you gotta let me in,
You just gotta let me into your heart, my man,
For all I wanna do is sell Johnny Cash.