Well me and Johnny on the road seeing rainbows doubled and looking for a pot o’ gold But for every farm in Technicolor green there’s a bruising sky, beneath we’re just maggots on the asphalt road Well every place has got its history, and you’d erase if it’d set you free But is it worth another landscaped wasted to just move on Johnny, can’t we make the best of it?
Oh Johnny, I’ve sung with pleasure It’s a good life, there is no measure Hey Johnny, in the morning When you wake me, call me “darling”
She’s gonna call me when she’s down just to knock me around, long about Michigan We wander parallel lives and I don’t know why, Sometimes it hurts just to know she breathes Johnny, she’s got what I need, but she’s gonna let me bleed And I’ll just be misty-eyed again at the Olympia-Inn, and adding to that pouring rain
Forget it Johnny, we were rocking’ some kind of crazy scene I set myself back, it’s just a land grab and I got more than I need And after all these miles, I’m just a homesick pup But I crossed this ocean to give it my best shot
Hey Johnny, I’ve sung with pleasure It’s a good life, there is no measure Hey Johnny, in the morning When you wake me, call me darlingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
