[ Featuring Brandon Taylor, Francesco Bassilio ]
Little Johnny was never good at school
Never made the grade and never followed the rules
Never raised his hand when he had somethin' to say
Soon as he was there, he was ready to leave
Just soon as he was there, he was ready to leave
Early in the mornings, he was hard to wake
And by the time it was lunch, he always needed the break
And when the hour hit the two and made it forty-five
He'd run right home and pick on his guitar
Run right home and pick on his guitar
All Johnny ever wanted was to be free
He didn't want to be the boss or the employee
While all his friends had dreams of making paper
He was dreaming all the things that he wanted to see
Dreaming all the places that he wanted to see
Colorado
West Texas
Yoo-hoo
Age eighteen, Johnny left home
Took his guitar and started writing songs
Shacked up with a creole down in Baton Rouge
Got a gig at a dive they call the Spanish Moon
Monday nights down at the Spanish Moon
It was a couple of months and that love went stale
So Johnny hopped the main line, ridin' the rail
Yard bull bucked him South of Abilene
Last I heard he's living out in Evergreen
Colorady
Yoo-hoo
It's been many a year since Johnny's been gone
You probably never heard of Johnny, but you heard his songs
Head in the clouds and two sheets to the wind
He's a natural born rambler with a pick and a grin
A nat'l born rambler with a pick and a grin
He's just a nat'l born rambler with a pick and a grin
