Tekster: George Strait. Troubadour. House Of Cash.

Well, the House of Cash just burned down
All the way to the cold hard ground
The doctors came from all over town
To see the memories scattered all around

Then the stars came out by the light of day
And they heard their old friend passed away
That yard looked like a funeral hall
Without the pies and casseroles

Well, it's goodbye Johnny, goodbye June
And goodbye fancy living room
Well, no one sleeps in Cash?s bed
Except the man in black and the woman he wed

And the ring of fire comes full circle
And the ring of fire comes all the way 'round

Man if those ashes in that pool could talk
To the anchor man out on the walk
I?d bet they?d be happy to announce
There won't be no yard sale now

Goodbye Johnny, goodbye June
Goodbye fancy living room
Well, no one sleeps in Cash?s bed
Except the man in black and the woman he wed

And the ring of fire comes full circle
And the ring of fire comes all the way 'round
And the ring of fire comes full circle
And the ring of fire comes all the way 'round