| It was on a hot day that Johnny lost his mind
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| He drove his pickup to his shack and soon hit the moonshine
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| He laughed and he cheered until the hour got late
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| And when the moon came up he pulled out his thirty eight
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| He danced just like fire
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| He fell down just like rain
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| But all flames must expire
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| While the ashes still remain
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| Nobody knows exactly what went wrong
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| The night that Johnny took a blade and cut of his tongue
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| And then gave to the dogs just to watch them fight
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| Not a word he would speak since that bleak night
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| He danced just like fire
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| He fell down just like rain
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| But all flames must expire
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| While the ashes still remain
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| Well, he sat up all night reading his bible
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| And the next morning ‘drove a nail through his eyeball
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| Then he went outside and started digging a hole
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| Deep down in the soil, looking for his lost soul
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| He danced just like fire
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| He fell down just like rain
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| But all flames must expire
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| While the ashes still remain |