When your girls are out of town
It's hard for a man to sleep alone
Johnny's on the ground with a bottle to his mouth
He's bound to lose.
If the dogs are howlin’ at your door
You might feel obliged to let them in
Johnny's to his feet and feels like making friends
He's bound to lose.
When all that's gold and glitters settles down
And what day it is don't matter any more
Johnny's packin heat and he knows the way to be
He's bound to lose

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