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