Johnny Walker

Hey, Johnny Walker, what you doin' Louisiana?
Don't you call East Texas home?
Just a moon dog chasin' a Greyhound station
While he's young enough to roam
I guess I like the songs you write
And the hurt you're gettin' into
Do some waitin' around, heard they're shakin' the ground
Over what you're goin' through

Tell me what you gonna do
When you up and run out of the rest of your highway tunes
You gonna pack it up, gonna sell your stuff
Stumble back alone
Hey, Johnny Walker, gonna miss you when you're gone

Hey, Johnny Walker, what you do in Chattanooga?
Heard you're playin' songs for free
Ain't talked in a while, I heard you changed your style
Started chasin' Hollywood dreams
Sure you sound pretty, but I don't think
Anybody else is gonna listen to you
If you don't mind, I'm gonna send a little money
Get you by for a day or two

Tell me what you gonna do
When you up and run out of the rest of your highway tunes
You gonna pack it up, gonna sell your stuff
Stumble back alone
Hey, Johnny Walker, gonna miss you when you're gone

Hey, Johnny Walker, what you doin' California?
Don't you know where you come from?
Went a real long way from where your family stays
But look at everything you've done
So don't mind me, I'm just callin' to see
That you're in from out the rain
And if you want me to, I'll be there in a few
I'm just a couple states away

So tell me what you gonna do
When you up and run out of the rest of your highway tunes
You gonna pack it up, gonna sell your stuff
'Cause you're better off alone
Hey, Johnny Walker, gonna miss you when you're gone
Miss you when you're gone