Johnny Cash - Daddy

H^Ais deeds were never published for the pub^Elic The things he did were never done for sh^Aow His name was never printed in the pa^Eper U^B7ntil about two days a^Ego ^AHe only filed a short form for his ta^Exes No one asked him how he felt about the w^Aar He always had a good word for his neig^Ehbor Now h^B7is good words won't be heard any^Emore

And thr^Dough the rain I heard the choir sin^Aging Nearer my God to Thee Th^Drough the mist I saw some children cry^Aing And I fe^Elt nearer my God to Th^Aee

^AHis table was never full of pl^Eenty His silverware was never the real thi^Ang But the tears on the faces of his fa^Emily Were j^B7ust as real as if he were a ki^Eng T^Ahe preacher said he'd always been a good m^Ean But preachers love to throw that phrase aro^Aund But the tears I tasted gave his words new me^Eaning Watching o^B7ld friends puttin' daddy in the gro^Eund

And thr^Dough the rain I heard the choir sin^Aging Nearer my God to Thee T^Dhrough the mist I saw some children cry^Aing And I fe^Elt nearer my God to Th^Aee