Johnny Dowd Follow

Wages of sin
The ballad of Johnny Guitar
I spent my high school years in Oklahoma
I left as soon as I could drive
It’s one thing to die slowly
It’s another to be buried alive
I spent my life seeking pleasure
They called me a disreputable man
I never worked a day for a livin’
I just lived off the wages of sin
I knew a pretty woman
But I guess that’s over now
It doesn’t really matter
To me she never loved me anyhow
But now I’m on my death bed
I’m gonna die here all alone
The farmer bringing in his harvest
Of all the wild seeds he has sowed
Of all the wild seeds he has sowed
My mama was Christian
She tried to raise me right
But by nature I was evil
And I was drawn to neon lights
I lived my life a drunkard
I didn’t give a good god damn
I started out to be a preacher
But I ended up a guitar man
I never trusted anybody
I treated my loved ones like a joke
And my soul is headed for hellfire
And my body’s going up in smoke
The glory train is leaving
And so my boat will be shot
The wages of sin are guilty pleasures
But salvation can’t be bought
Salvation can’t be bought
Play some guitar Johnny
Play it for me