| Johnny was a head case, never let himself get put down or pushed round
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| I’m telling you, he was no clown, he’s just a crazy young fool
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| Five foot six of muscle, he was always on the hustle, so watch out
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| 'Cause when Johnny is about he don’t follow no rules
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| I said «Johnny hold back, pull your reins in back track!»
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| Alright, «Johnny hold back, 'cause your future looks black!»
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| I said «You gotta slow down!»
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| Johnny was a boozer, at romance he was a loser, no love life
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| Alcohol made a strange wife, I said it’s «Love on the Rocks»
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| Sitting down across some bar room table talking madness, now slow down
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| I said «Johnny, you whoe down or else you’re in for some shocks»
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| I said «Johnny hold back, pull your reins in back track!»
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| Alright, «Johnny hold back, 'cause your future looks black!»
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| I said «You gotta slow down!»
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| Johnny was a gambler, just a local midnight rumbler, no cool hand
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| Play it out, make a grand stand when the chips are all down
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| The Cincinnati Kid has nothing on our John, he’ll play 'til the last shout
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| He will play 'til he flakes out, 'til the room’s spinning round
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| I said «Johnny hold back, pull your reins in back track!»
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| Alright, «Johnny hold back, 'cause your future looks black!»
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| I said «You gotta slow down!» |