Face of Despair Songtext
von Johnny Cash

Fingers callus from the plough
Wrinkled weather beatin′ brow
Streak of silver in the hair, mhmm
Face of despair

A back that's bent from years of toil
Thorns grow in the worn out soil
No one left to really care, mhmm
Face of despair

If you should plough old fields like these
You′d plough up memories
Don't tell the young to mend their ways
You can't show them better days

Their better days are yet ahead
Your better days have long been dead
Rest easy in your rocking chair, mhm
And look at your September country
Face of despair


Shoulders weary from the load
Life is rough as a gravel road
How much of it can you bear, mhmm
Look at your September country
Face of despair

In the September of your years
Eyes that hide a veil of tears
A look of longing always there, mhmm
Face of despair

If you should plough old fields like these
You′d plough up memories
Don′t tell the young to mend their ways
You can't show them better days

Their better days are yet ahead
Your better days have long been dead
Rest easy in your rocking chair, mhmm
And look at your September country
Mhm, face of despair, mhmm

If you should plough old fields like these
You′d plough up memories
Don't tell the young to mend their ways
You can′t show them better days


Their better days are yet ahead
Your better days have long been dead
Rest easy in your rocking chair mhm
What are you looking at now?
That's your September country
Face of despair

Fingers callus from the plough
Wrinkled weather beatin′ brow
Streak of silver in the hair, mhmm
Face of despair, mhmm