All Along the Flood Wall

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Johnny’s got his draft card stuffed in his jeans.
He’s got a crown on his head just like a rock n roll king.
Judy’s got a mini-skirt and long blonde curls.
She’s the best little chicken out of all of Johnny’s girls.

Johnny checks his wallet, but there ain’t no bread.
Just a B-52 buzzin round his head.
He’s a 1-A boy and he’s cold cut prime.
This time tomorrow he’ll be marchin double time.

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There’s a big yellow moon on the river tonight
Where the towboats blow by the power plant lights.
If you listen real close, you can hear the call
Of the ghosts of teen age dreams, all along the flood wall.

Johnny says to Judy, “We can make our way
If we only had the keys to your daddy’s Chevrolet.
Get us north to the border, babe, and we’ll be free.
I know a guy in Alberta with a job for me.”

Well they steal the wheels and they slam the door,
With a gun on the man who runs the liquor store.
The cops get the call at a quarter past ten,
Joe Don Martin’s been robbed again.

(chorus)

Judy puts the money in her go-go boots,
With the deputy sheriff in hot pursuit.
Calling all cars from the county round,
Every road’s blocked on the edge of town.

Johnny gets cornered up on Franklin Hill,
By the Buick dealer and the bar and grill.
He swerves to the right but it ain’t too late,
About a half a mile down is the flood wall gate.

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Well, the moon on the river ain’t far away,
Doing a hundred miles an hour in a Chevrolet.
Johnny says to Judy, “Do you got the cash?”
Then they hit the wall with a mighty crash.

The fire trucks come and they hose away
The blood and the oil of the Chevrolet.
The fire man says, “It’s a lousy world.
Just another dumb punk and his crazy girl.”

(chorus)

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