Johnny Taught Me How to Play

I got no joy workin' here in these fields
But somethin's tellin' me
Do not release, who I am
For some cheap thrills in the back of a van

When my fingers touch bold, the fleece of the lamb
Hands
Well my buddy Johnny is a trick with that god damn guitar
And how far
Would those notes push me to start countin' all of the stars

I got no money
No dollars, no cents, not shit, but I know I can't quit
"Keep at it, boy," and I toil
I pull the roots out from the dirt, and god dammit if I don't

Bleed a little for a tiny bit more incentive

My mother and father loaded me up with records for me and my buddy Johnny
We'd sit in the garage all night long
To gather more songs for our ever-growing catalog

To the local shops, with a sign reading
"Thrift!" What a shift!
There in the back I saw a guitar
And I yelled, "Shit! What a lift!"
Cuz one of these days, I'll learn how to play this instrument

Well Johnny, he taught me all the chords I'd need to write a tune
One that sounds just a little bit like this

I sat up all night shreddin' licks and smokin' cigarettes
Seldom makin' sense or any bit of progress
But Johnny set me straight

Yeah!