ME AND JOHN R. (Radney Foster/Darden Smith/Jon Randall Stewart)
Ain’t it funny how a man can pack Everything in a duffle bag At least everything means something to ya A leather coat and a black guitar In the backseat of your car “Ring Of Fire” and goodbye burning through ya Feels like hell but sings like Hallelujah
Me and John R. got nothing to lose But a thousand miles of memories and two weeks of union dues Lord knows my heart ain’t all that’s broke And the only Cash I’m gonna find’s on the AM radio Rolling down the highway singing “Folsom Prison Blues” Me and John R. got nothing to lose
Counting crows on the power lines Time moves on but it don’t fly Love gone wrong don’t care which way you run Flipped a coin and I headed west Where I’ll stop is anyone’s guess Put Jesus on the dash and chase the sun She don’t care but ‘I still miss someone’
Me and John R. got nothing to lose But a thousand miles of memories and two weeks of union dues Lord knows my heart ain’t all that’s broke And the only Cash I’m gonna find’s on the AM radio Rolling down the highway singing “Folsom Prison Blues” Me and John R. got nothing to lose
Me and John R. got nothing to lose But the address where we lived and the love that she refused Lord knows my heart ain’t all that’s broke And the only Cash I’m gonna find’s on the AM radio Rolling down the highway singing “Folsom Prison Blues” Me and John R. got nothing to lose.