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, I heard they're shakin' the ground

Over what you're goin' through

So, tell me what you gonna do, oh-woah

When you up and run out the rest of your highway tunes

You're gonna pack it up, gonna sell your stuff

And 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, oh-woah

When you up and run out the rest of your highway tunes

You're gonna pack it up, gonna sell your stuff

And stumble back alone

Hey, Johnny Walker, gonna miss you when you're gone

Yeah

Oh-oh, oh-oh

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, oh-woah

When you up and run out the rest of your highway tunes

You're gonna pack it up, gonna sell your stuff

And stumble back alone

Hey, Johnny Walker, gonna miss you when you're gone

Miss you when you're gone