My Grandfathers ClockBY Johnny Cash

(Spoken) Way down south, down a long dusty road, There's an old ramshakle house
That nobody lives in anymore
And if you walk down the hall and look, you'll see an old Grandfathers Clock
That don't run anymore It's silent now, and it's covered up with spider webs
That was my Grandfathers Clock And this song is the story of that clock
(Sung) My Grandfathers Clock, was too large for the shelf, so it stood ninety
Years on the floor It was taller by half, than the old man himself,
Tho' it weighed not a penny-weight more
It was bought on the morn Of the day
That he was born And was always his treasure and pride,
But it stopped, Short Never to go again, when the old man, died
And my Grandfather said, that, of those he could hire, not a
Servant so faithful, he found For it wasted no time, and it had but one desire
At the close of each week, to be wound And it kept in it's place
Not a frown upon it's face And it's hands never hung by it side,
But it stopped, Short, never to go again When the old man died
Ninty years without slumbering (Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)
His life seconds numbering (Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)
It stopped Short, never to go again, when the old man, died
Well, it rang an alarm, in the still of the night, An alarm, that
For years had been dumb And we knew that his Spirit, was pluming for
Flight, That his hour for departure had come Still the clock
Kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime As we silently stood
By his side
But it stopped short, never to go again When the old man, died
Ninty years without slumbering (Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)
His life seconds numbering (Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)
It stopped Short, never to go again, when the old man, died
(Spoken) And I've been thinking, that someday, I'm going down
To my Grampa's old house And I'm gonna get that old clock
And I'm gonna shine it up And I'm gonna oil it up good
And get it fixed up pretty And it'll keep time for me
Just like it did for my Grampa