My Friend Johnnie

My friend Johnny has rosy cheeks and bloodshot eyes

Charms like the devil and then disappears

Smoke ring clouds roundabout those red eyes

Good at telling jokes and better at making lies

Dances with the girls and has himself a time

But hell has filled that red in his eyes

Breaks every promise and moves down the line

Leaving nothing but a trail of smoke behind

Not sure if he’s real or if he’s alive

But I know he calls out to the divine

And there is death in all of his lies

Nothing but a bitter surprise

And I know I’ll meet him when it’s time

Just before the preacher closes my eyes

And smoke rings fill my casket before I ever say goodbye

Lay me down with my bloodshot eyes

Taste the scotch on my breath

I won’t see you somewhere down the line