Hey Johnny
Everyone who ever strummed the guitar
Everyone who spun the story of a star
Everyone who hitchhiked the magic mile
Hey baby maybe you can still smile?
Hey Johnny can I play you a song
I wrote it when I was young
I sung it my whole life long
Hey Johnny can I play you a song
Hey Mister Johnny you know I can sing
Why are you dreaming of becoming a king?
Hobos take it slow is that coffee hot?
Life’s true blessings so quickly forgot
Hey Johnny can I play you a song
I wrote it when I was young
I sung it my whole life long
Hey Johnny can I play you a song
Johnny Rotten no that’s really not fair
Even the devil himself resorts to prayer
Tell me maybe baby the love has grown?
The best blues guitarists are unknown
Hey Johnny can I play you a song
I wrote it when I was young
I sung it my whole life long
Hey Johnny can I play you a song
Sylvia dreams she has no other choice
I hold her hand tight and share my voice
At fifty-seven you tend to look to heaven
I saw Jesus working at the Seven Eleven
This train rides to glory some of the time
What if I sung this and they hated my rhyme
On to Venus past Jupitar and Mars
Plenty of music in these guitars
Hey Johnny can I play you a song
I wrote it when I was young
I sung it my whole life long
Hey Johnny can I play you a song
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