Ode To Johnny Alkie
Late one night, just another night
Bottle in his hand so he feels all right
Hard luck boy, Johnny's playing
With his life again
Liquor prescribing, all the boys were vibing
'Johnny, give me your keys, son
You shouldn't be driving'
But he opens the door to his '54
And hops right in
Johnny was one of those guys
Who felt in life he could never win
His only love was for a cold sixer
And a flask of gin
Another bottle and another debacle
But this time, Johnny, he ain't coming back
No one will ever see him again
Knuckles white and his face was green
Johnny clenched the wheel like a speed machine
Yellow lines flashed through his sight
Like a thousand men
Thoughts racing through his mind
He knew the cliff up ahead
Was the end of the line
Eyes closed, pedal to the floor
Driving to his end
Oda a Johnny Alkie
Una noche tarde, solo otra noche
Botella en su mano para sentirse bien
Chico de mala suerte, Johnny está jugando
Con su vida de nuevo
El licor recetando, todos los chicos estaban en sintonía
'Johnny, dame tus llaves, hijo
No deberías estar manejando'
Pero él abre la puerta de su '54
Y salta directamente
Johnny era uno de esos tipos
Que sentía que nunca podía ganar en la vida
Su único amor era por un sixer frío
Y una botella de ginebra
Otra botella y otro desastre
Pero esta vez, Johnny, él no volverá
Nadie lo volverá a ver
Nudillos blancos y su rostro estaba verde
Johnny apretó el volante como una máquina de velocidad
Las líneas amarillas pasaban por su vista
Como mil hombres
Pensamientos corriendo por su mente
Sabía que el acantilado que tenía adelante
Era el fin de la línea
Ojos cerrados, pedal a fondo
Conduciendo hacia su final