The Ballad Of Sleepy John

Any day now the sky could fall

And I’m not one to complain

But this don’t feel like no paradise at all

Down on the corner in the rain

Old Kentucky, he’s a friend of mine

He got them Fayette County blues

Ain’t no woman ever keep the man in line

And there ain’t no woman he can refuse

Well I stumbled in with my guitar

And bought a drink behind the bar

Sat in with the band until 2:00

Then I said:

“too much whiskey make me tumble home”

“too much Jesus make me pray”

“too much love and Lord I feel so all alone”

“but that’s all right mama, that’s OK”

Cause’ Sweet Serrita, she’s behind the bar

She’s got the towel in her hand

Lord release her, she’s only 24

And she’s doing the best that she can

Well I don’t know, but I been told

That freedom is an open road

But I guess it all depends on how you drive

While you’re alive

Now people tell me I’m the Lucky One

But that don’t matter much to me

Cause’ I ain’t nothing but my father’s son

And that’s all I’m ever gonna be