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Johnny was a good boy
Hadn’t never done no wrong
Made his mama happy
With his guitar and a song

Grew up south the bayou
Where the old days never passed
And bein black and bein poor
He was goin nowhere fast and there was

Blood on the bayou And it’s
It’s still running through my mind

But Johnny loved his mama
And he loved that old guitar
And he had it with him walkin home
When they pulled up in that car

A couple good old boys they were
With nothing else to do
but drive around the backroads
lookin just like me and you ….and there was

Blood on the bayou And it’s
It’s still running through my mind

Well they pulled up next to Johnny
Asked him did he want a ride
And Johnny got a little scared
When he saw that forty-five

He was just a kid his mama’s son
And His fathers pride and joy
And he bravely got in to the car
He knew that gun was not a toy

Blood on the bayou And it’s
It’s still running through my mind

They drove him down between the fields
White cotton in the clay
They drove him to the bayou
Shot him in the light of day

Left him there to bleed to death
No one to hear him cry
The bayou brown and red
And just the sun to watch him die and there was

Blood on the bayou And it’s
It’s still running through my mind