Johnny's in the backseat of the car.
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- Driving don't know where he's going
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Yes we got a full tank yeah by far but we are empty rolling
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and we've forgotten so many passenger and you know the car
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is stolen. I'm freakin in the front seat now, yeah, sittin with
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a gun that's smoking.
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Johnny went and shocked.
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- Deputy Sheriff for robbing the bank
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But he ain't after silver of gold, he just a slice of the
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yellowcake. He's swishing flies with big sledge hammers, yeah
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you know he's running the show. He thinks he is the big boss
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man but he straight up outta control.
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He gone, gone, gone yes he gone. Gone yes he gone, gone.
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Johnny's in the races being two face-ist
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- He really don't know what for.
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He got cops a'chasing, the music he ain't facing, pedal
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right down to the floor. His ideology is cracy as can be, it's all
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about the top score. He once upheld the the law, he heading for
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the wall and all we got to say is, and all we got to say is,
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He gone, gone, gone yes he gone. Gone yes he gone, Gone.
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Johnny's indicating, blinkers on.
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- But you know'man he ain't turning.
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Yes he got his mind made up oh, even though he ears are
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burning. He looking' in the rear view mirror now, see the
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chasing lights go spinning round, sirens and alarm bells
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ringing out, but Johnny don't hear no sound...
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Johnny's Gone/Satisfy Segue
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John Butler Trio |