Papa Writes to Johnny - Deacon Claybourne/Charles Esten

Papa writes to johnny

But johnny can't come home

Been too much time now

Too many nights on the road

Oh too many nights on the road

Blues on the table

There's blues every week

Pouring out of the coffee pot

With the first cup of the day

Oh first cup of the day

Now where are my friends

When i'm taking the heat

Only help i got today

Was from a stranger on the street

Oh stranger on the street

And why would you laugh

If you wanted to cry

And why would you say things

If you knew it was a lie

Oh you knew it was a lie

Dark was the night

Cold was the ground

I couldn't sleep

So i got up and walked around

Oh i got up and walked around

And i walked into dallas

Crying all the way

Running over in my mind

Everything i meant to say

Oh everything i meant to say

Papa writes to johnny

But johnny can't come home

Been too much time now

Too many nights on the road

Oh too many nights on the road