Ode To Johnny Alkie

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