Song Description

BIlly Johnson, Couldn't shake his alcohol problems. It took him down the wrong road and eventually to his death.

Lyrics

When Billy Johnson got pulled over at Thirteenth and Vine,
He didn't know it would be his last time,
He shouldn't have been on the road that night, stood up and blew a .29.
The officer ran his name and his plates, Found out Billy's license was way past its date,
So they cuffed him and they stuffed him in the back of their car,
And took him downtown behind them bars.
Battle with booze the devil's right hand man,
Left Billy Johnson a broken man, a good father, yes, an honest man,
But he just couldn't get a winning hand,
He worked hard all his life, Had that one thing he couldn't put right,
His battle with booze the Devil's right hand man, left Billy Johnson prison bound.
Well the bailiff came, said,"It's time that we go,
Better hurry up, Billy, you're moving too slow,"
That morning he came into the courtroom,
He was dressed in orange from head to toe.
The Judge said, "Six months, I guess the first two just weren't enough,"
They lead Billy away, a tear fell from his eye,
His wife just said, "Bye-bye, Billy."
Spent half his life on the bottle, He tried to drink away his trouble,
He's seen enough to make any man lift up that bottle,
His sentence began with one heavy sigh,
ow the county owned all Billy's time,
He spent his nights thinking of his lovely wife,
He swore he would lead a better life.
He tried to keep his cool and to himself,
But trouble was all around and sure enough came to his cell,
That morning he laid there dead in the hall, His wife had gotten that call.