Lyrics to Johnny Sang The Blues
'So long, suckers, I'm leaving this joint for good,
the silver moon shining off my Camaro's hood;
You can't stop me now and please don't bother,
Lord knows I've got me nothin' left to lose.'
Whiskey in one hand, a guitar in the other:
yeah, that's how Johnny sang the blues.
'Goodbye girls, you've been kind as kind could be
but the devil's playin' his dirty tricks on me.
I'll miss your kisses, little white lies
I said my prayers and I paid my dues.'
Laughter in his heart and tears in his eyes:
and that's how Johnny sang the blues.
'So long, suckers, I'm leaving this town for good,
the silver moon shining off my Camaro's hood;
but the night's still young and this round's on me
the world's ending soon, haven't you heard the news?'
You can't serenade the dawn without good company:
yes, that's how Johnny sang the blues.
Last I heard he was down in Tennessee
that he settled down, but is longing for the sea.
I hope he's doing well, oh bless his soul,
he'll die of love if he don't die of booze;
let him find his peace 'fore he's in the hole,
Yeah, let Johnny sing them blues again.
the silver moon shining off my Camaro's hood;
You can't stop me now and please don't bother,
Lord knows I've got me nothin' left to lose.'
Whiskey in one hand, a guitar in the other:
yeah, that's how Johnny sang the blues.
'Goodbye girls, you've been kind as kind could be
but the devil's playin' his dirty tricks on me.
I'll miss your kisses, little white lies
I said my prayers and I paid my dues.'
Laughter in his heart and tears in his eyes:
and that's how Johnny sang the blues.
'So long, suckers, I'm leaving this town for good,
the silver moon shining off my Camaro's hood;
but the night's still young and this round's on me
the world's ending soon, haven't you heard the news?'
You can't serenade the dawn without good company:
yes, that's how Johnny sang the blues.
Last I heard he was down in Tennessee
that he settled down, but is longing for the sea.
I hope he's doing well, oh bless his soul,
he'll die of love if he don't die of booze;
let him find his peace 'fore he's in the hole,
Yeah, let Johnny sing them blues again.
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