| Somewhere on the waterfront
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| Johnny’s hiding with a gun
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| Swears he’ll kill any man that tells his story
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| He ain’t sorry for what he’s done
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| He broke into a drugstore
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| Just to cure a daily need
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| He didn’t mean to shoot the guard
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| But he was blinded by the greed
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| Oh Johnny, oh Johnny
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| Oh Johnny, oh Johnny
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| You see that nun, she’s his sister
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| She doesn’t know that he’s gone bad
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| When they told it to his father
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| It drove the old man mad
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| Just like his mother warned him
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| From her dying bed
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| It’s all right to lose your heart
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| But never lose your head
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| Oh Johnny, oh Johnny
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| Oh Johnny, oh Johnny
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| Look out
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| Now the cops have got him surrounded
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| And he doesn’t stand a hope
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| He wonders how he could be in so much trouble
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| Over just a little dope
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| Five to one he gets away
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| That’s the odds I’m going to give
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| Five to four they blast him away
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| Three to one he’s going to live
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| Oh Johnny, oh Johnny
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| Oh Johnny, you better run
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| Oh Johnny, oh Johnny
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| Back in the alley where he was slain
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| I thought I heard something move
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| Beside the trash can lay a heart and chain
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| The picture had been removed
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| Just another junkyard juicer
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| Looking for a bed
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| It’s all right to lose your heart
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| But never lose your head
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| Oh Johnny, oh Johnny
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| Oh Johnny, oh Johnny
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| Look out |