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