Young Johnny
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he really had a way
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he did his homework on the schoolbus
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and always got an A
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and the girls like Johnny
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more than anyone except maybe Elton John
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later on in high school
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he couldn't keep his red suspenders on
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oh where's Johnny
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has he gone away
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oh where's Johnny
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will he back back someday
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He had a room full of trophies
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from the track meets and tennis games he'd win
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he was a full blown whiz kid
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bound to be a Renaissance man
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then he went on off to college
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got his head stuck in a different state of mind
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when they asked him was it alcohol
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he told 'em it was nothin' of the kind
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just life
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just life Mom
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oh where's Johnny
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has he gone away
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oh where's Johnny
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will he back back someday
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but Johnny's alright
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he just turned out his lights
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they'd have paid it no mind
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had he not been so bright
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he opened up his eyes
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and snapped out in a groove
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he saw both sides of everthing
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and found he could not move
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Johnny moved back home
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now he reads a lot of poetry and plays
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he'll sit out in the backyard
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and not say a word to anyone for days
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and his folks gave up
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they no longer even bother gettin' through
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he's 30 odd years old
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I guess they figured there's just so much you can do
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his mother keeps his pictures
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in the scrapbook in the drawer with her pearls
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and she polishes the trophies
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that he won back when they thought he'd save the world
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back when the girls liked Johnny
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more than anyone except maybe Elton John
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she wonders wheres her little boy
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with the braces and the red suspenders gone
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just life
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just life Mom
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just life
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just life...
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Where's Johnny
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Shawn Mullins |