Me And John R.

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 goodbyes burning through ya|Feels like hell but sings like Halleluia|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'|(Repeat Chorus)|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