Johnny and I, in 2009, lived at his folk's house for free
On the outskirts of town, 12 miles down
A house on Lincoln Creek
We called it the farm from the broken down barn
Took wood and made fires in the stove
We got drunk we got high
Drank spiced rum and wine and lived like a couple of kids
In the pitch dark night when I'd turn off the lights
Looked up at the phosphorescent starts
The future was bright as the lights
In the sky and just as far out of reach
Somewhere someone is singing for free
A tab and a couple of twenties is all they need
Somewhere someone is singing for free
Thank god it ain't me
Johnny got married to his ex-girlfriend's sister
And they popped out a couple of kids
I guess he found Jesus
You might not believe this
But sometimes I wish that I did
But I hit the road for a decade of
Shows sleeping on the floors and beds
Dozens of strangers none born in a manger but holy none the less
Somewhere someone is singing for free
A tab and a couple of twenties is all they need
Somewhere someone is singing for free
Thank god it ain't me
Somewhere someone is singing for free
A tab and a couple of twenties is all they need
Somewhere someone is singing for free
Thank god it ain't me
