Johnny Walker

Hey, Johnny Walker, what you do in Louisiana? Don't you call East Texas home? Just a moondog 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 So tell me what you gonna do When you up and run out the rest of your highway tunes You're 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 talkеd in a while, I heard you changed your stylе 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 So tell me what you gonna do When you up and run out the rest of your highway tunes You're 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 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 calling 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 the rest of your highway tunes You're gonna pack it up, gonna sell your stuff, stumble back alone Hey, Johnny Walker, gonna miss you when you're gone Miss you when you're gone