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Well, Johnny come in last night. |
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Man he was an awful sight. |
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The Bartender said, "Hey Johnny! |
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There'll be no band tonight" |
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"The piano-man's drunk, |
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He been down in the dumps. |
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The drummer's in bed, |
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He got a pain in his head. |
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No Johnny, |
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There'll be no band tonight." |
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The clock was stickin' close to ten |
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The mailman came runnin' in. |
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He said, "Any-body here named Johnny? |
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I got a Special deliv'ry for him." |
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"It's from a woman he knows, |
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It's from his Bayou Rose, |
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The girl of his dreams |
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wants a wedding ring" |
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........Love Rosie |
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"I've got a letter for him". |
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Well Johnny jumped up from his beer |
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Told the mailman, "Yes I'm here" |
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An' then he read it out loud to the bar room crowd |
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But before they had a chance to cheer |
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He said "Call up the band |
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I'm a happy man |
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I want them to play |
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On my wedding day" |
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When he told them, |
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They had a chance to cheer. |
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The piano-man came even though it was rainin' |
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The drummer was drummn' just like and insane man. |
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They tore off the roof they knocked down the doors |
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And Johnny an' his bride drove away in her Ford |
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Slappin' the dash to the beat of the band |
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Draggin' behind them a string of tin cans |
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And they ain't been back yet but I know when they do |
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Johnny's gonna play some of the sweetest blues |
