Johnny Mark was born on the very day his daddy died. One soul in and one soul out for which his momma cried. Johnny’s dad died that night at the wrong end of a gun And no one ever came to know exactly what he had done. But he had done one thing for sure, and that’s fathered himself a child Who would grow to like his odds yey high, and his women wild. Johnny’s momma, though young and dumb, knew what the odds were too She’d heard ‘nuff stories ‘bout other girls with no men to see them through. So if she couldn’t have two, she didn’t want one, and she made up her mind To find another momma for Johnny if they…
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The rain came down and the smoke went up on a sticky southern eve And that night a thing happened, a thing you won’t believe And just cause I tell ya what went down way back then It don’t mean in this life or the next it will happen again. He was no shark nor a business man, just a drunk and a fool So, Johnny Mark finished his drink and his game of hustled pool And then went out with pockets full into that sticky southern air But the lights outside the pool hall doors showed his wear and tear. That’s when Johnny walked to the road in the foggy shade of night Towards a lonely highway and a flickering traffic light If…