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