I used to sing his songs at least a thousand times
But never truly understood the meaning of these lines
It was three chords and the simple truth and his heart of gold
But the feeling couldn't reach my heart of stories that he told
Until I met him on the farm where he always loved to be
Johnny gave me a sign under the big walnut tree
I bet that he was close to me, I felt his breath that day
When I sat on his little bench in the woods of his hideaway
I learned a lot through the eyes of his nearest child
When she told about the superstar, she cried and she smiled
He was much more than the man in black, the big talking man
Who owned the little piece of land, where my love began
When I met him on the farm where he always loved to be
Johnny gave me a sign under the big walnut tree
I bet that he was close to me, I felt his breath that day
When I sat on his little bench in the woods of his hideaway.
Now I know why he found it very easy to be true
Cause on his little farm I found the ring of fire I fell into
When I met him on the farm where he always loved to be
Johnny gave me a sign under the big walnut tree
I bet that he was close to me, I felt his breath that day
I sat on his little bench in the woods of his hideaway.
On the bench in the woods of his hideaway.
Of his hideaway.

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