Tom Russell - He Wasn’t A Bad Kid, When He Was Sober lyrics

rate me

Jonny, I written this little note Jonny,

I’m gon’ ride it to you here by the camp fire

I don’t wanna be no more side kick, Jonny

The king of the punch line, type of guy

Out here sleeping in the cold with the boots on

I could be home drinking cognac, smoking a pipe

When I was a judge, I was at the top of the world

Looking down on the scum of the Earth

The wicked or the dumb or jail, judge and hum

Will cross on that day when he birth

I was corrupted by money

I’m a transfer adventure

Irish whiskey and…and…young Chines girls

Here we are on the run with a pass leave behind

Hidin’ in holes like squirrels

I’m sick of being a bud of your jokes Jonny

Like Tannar or snuffin’ the pimp

I’ve got a decent mind and a large degree

And I’m tired of this cowboy old shit

So watch your back Jonny

And show some respect

And judge, unless the not be judge

This side kick me on turn

Your ass make it burned

Your provider were drown in your half beat brow

Sincerely judge squid