Johnny Cash, “Wayfaring Stranger,” from American III: Solitary Man (2000). There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger in that bright land to which I go. I’m going there, to see my father and all my loved ones who’ve gone on. I’m just going over Jordan, I’m just going over home. I overheard a conversation today from someone who was recounting when she had to take a psychological evaluation. The interviewer had asked her: “who do you like more, your mother or your father?” Not who do you relate to more, or who do you get along with better… it’s a hard question to answer (hopefully). I’ve thought about it a lot since then. I’m a Southern boy, so my mama always has a special place in my heart. But my dad is the one who taught me how to be a man.
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herestothehalcyon said:
oh. That is tough. When it comes down to it though, I’m a Daddy’s girl and even my mother will tell you that.
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