Late one night, just another night
Bottle in his hand so he feels all right
Hard luck boy, Johnny`s playing
With his life again
Liquor prescribing, all the boys were vibing
`Johnny, give me your keys, son
You shouldn`t be driving`
But he opens the door to his `54
And hops right in
Johnny was one of those guys
Who felt in life he could never win
His only love was for a cold sixer
And a flask of gin
Another bottle and another debacle
But this time, Johnny, he ain`t coming back
No one will ever see him again
Knuckles white and his face was green
Johnny clenched the wheel like a speed machine
Yellow lines flashed through his sight
Like a thousand men
Thoughts racing through his mind
He knew the cliff up ahead
Was the end of the line
Eyes closed, pedal to the floor
Driving to his end