ve grown on your parents" You want to talk about all the feeling I'm feeling I'm a passed out priest in an AA meeting And they're checking my pulse,
all your friends are standing by waving greedy goodbyes I've got nothing now that I want to say You wouldn't talk back anyway And you know we won't
, cause me to weep and moan Gonna leave my baby, and my happy home "Fiddle And The Drum" And so once again, My dear Johnny, my dear friend, And so
