Charles Esten - Papa Writes To Johnny lyrics

Papa writes to Johnny But Johnny can't come home Been too much time now Too many nights on the road Oh, too many nights on the road Blues on the table There's blues every week Pouring out of the coffee pot With the first cup of the day Oh, the first cup of the day Now where are my friends When I'm taking the heat Only help I got today Was from a stranger on the street Oh, a stranger on the street And why would you laugh If you wanted to cry And why would you say things If you knew it was a lie Oh, you knew it was a lie Dark was the night Cold was the ground I couldn't sleep So I got up and walked around Oh, I got up and walked around And I walked into Dallas Crying all the way Running over in my mind Everything I meant to say Oh, everything I meant to say Papa writes to Johnny But Johnny can't come home Been too much time now Too many nights on the road Oh, too many nights on the road