The Ballad Of Sleepy John

Any day now the sky could fall And I'm not one to complain But this don't feel like no paradise at all Down on the corner in the rain Old Kentucky, he's a friend of mine He got them Fayette County blues Ain't no woman ever keep the man in line And there ain't no woman he can refuse Well I stumbled in with my guitar And bought a drink behind the bar Sat in with the band until 2:00 Then I said: “too much whiskey make me tumble home” “too much Jesus make me pray” “too much love and Lord I feel so all alone” “but that's all right mama, that's OK” Cause' Sweet Serrita, she's behind the bar She's got the towel in her hand Lord release her, she's only 24 And she's doing the best that she can Well I don't know, but I been told That freedom is an open road But I guess it all depends on how you drive While you're alive Now people tell me I'm the Lucky One But that don't matter much to me Cause' I ain't nothing but my father's son And that's all I'm ever gonna be