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
Pourin' 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, the stranger on the street
And why would you laugh
If you wanted to cry?
Why would you say things
If you knew it was a lie?
Oh, you knew it was a lie
Dark was the night
The cold was on the ground
I couldn't sleep
So I got up and walked around
Oh, 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
It's been too much time now
Too many nights on the road
Oh, too many nights on the road
