The Caretaker
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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I live in the cemetery ol' caretaker they call me
In the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds
When a funeral comes the people cry and pray
They bury their dead and they all go away
But through their grief I still can see their hate and greed and jealousy
So here I work and I somehow hide from a world that rushes by outside
And each night when I rest my head I'm contented as the peaceful death
But who's gonna cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies
Once I was a young man dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man I lost my handsome curls
But I want to say when my time comes lay me facing the rising sun
Put me in the corner where where I buried my pup
Tell the preacher to pray then cover me up
Don't lay flowers where my head should be maybe God let some grow for me
And all the little children that I love like my own




Will they be sorry that old John's gone
Who's gonna cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies

Overall Meaning

The song "The Caretaker" by Johnny Cash tells the story of an old man who works as a caretaker in a cemetery. He rakes the leaves in the winter and cuts the weeds in the summer. He witnesses the grief of families burying their loved ones, but he can also see through their emotions to the hate, greed, and jealousy that lingers beneath. The caretaker finds solace in his work, which allows him to hide from the rushed world outside. When he dies, he wonders who will mourn him and remember his love for little children and his faithful dog.


The lyrics are a poignant reminder of the transient nature of life and the importance of showing empathy and kindness towards others, even in the face of death. The caretaker may seem like a minor character, but through his presence in the song, we are reminded that everyone has a story, and even those who seem insignificant can have a profound impact on others.


The song also raises questions about mortality and what kind of legacy we will leave behind. It is a powerful reminder to live a life of purpose and passion and to love and care for others, especially those who are often overlooked and forgotten.


Line by Line Meaning

I live in the cemetery ol' caretaker they call me
I reside inside the graveyard, and they refer to me as the caretaker.


In the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds
During winter, I remove the leaves, and in summer, I trim the weeds.


When a funeral comes the people cry and pray
Whenever a funeral event occurs, people burst into tears and offer their prayers.


They bury their dead and they all go away
After the burial, the visitors leave the site to return to their daily lives.


But through their grief I still can see their hate and greed and jealousy
In spite of the sadness that they exhibit, I can detect their negative emotions of envy, avarice and resentfulness.


So here I work and I somehow hide from a world that rushes by outside
I devote myself to work here and also find a way to avoid the rush of the world outside.


And each night when I rest my head I'm contented as the peaceful death
Every night, after a long day of work, I obtain contentment similar to death's peacefulness.


But who's gonna cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies
Once I pass away, who will mourn my death?


Once I was a young man dashing with the girls
In the past, I was a young and handsome man, captivating the hearts of the ladies.


Now no one wants an old man I lost my handsome curls
Presently, no one desires me anymore since age has taken my good looks away.


But I want to say when my time comes lay me facing the rising sun
If possible when I die position me facing towards the rising sun.


Put me in the corner where where I buried my pup
Please lay me at the burial spot of my dear dog in the corner.


Tell the preacher to pray then cover me up
Instruct the minister to offer some prayers and then cover me.


Don't lay flowers where my head should be maybe God let some grow for me
Do not place flowers on my headrest, perhaps God will let flowers grow naturally at that spot.


And all the little children that I love like my own
The children, whom I love like family, as my own.


Will they be sorry that old John's gone
Will they regret or feel sorry after learning of old John's passing?


Who's gonna cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies
The repetition of the question which shows his apprehensions and genuine worry for his funeral.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Johnny R. Cash

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