Every man has to come to a crossroad somewhere along the way.Johnny Cash came to his crossroad in a place called Nickajack Cave.Johnny Cash came to his crossroad in a place called Nickajack Cave.Nickajack CaveEverything was darknessThere was no light at allJust the cold dank air and the pitch black dirtAnd the spiders on the wallsHe laid down beneath the ledgeAnd curled up there to meet his judgment dayShivering came upon him way by wayHe could feel the breath of deathIn Nickajack CaveAnd how the *** himSean,He never would forgetThen he heard a voice sayJohnny Cash, I ain't through with you yetGet up, I ain't through with you yetI ain't through with you yet, Johnny CashGet upThen he crawled out from beneath that ledgeFelt a gentle breezeTears and dirt smeared on his faceAs peaceful as could beHe knelt down upon the groundRaised his eyes up to the light and prayedHe said, Lord, I'll be your servant from this dayThat's how he became the man in blackNickajack CaveThat's how he became the man in blackNickajack CaveOkayIcheldumGet up Johnny CashI ain't through with you yetJohnny Cashыв последуDon't forget to give this Making a new taskGet upGet, GetaJohnny CashI . . .Johnny Cashyou