Johnny Walker sat at a table in a bar, minding his own affairs 
Drinking his namesake's gold on the rocks, getting [bad word]  too [bad word] to care 
When a girl in the bar walked up his side and this is what she
said 
She said: "woman came by and left a letter for you.", this is
what the letter said 

Dear John, please Johnny [bad word] home 
I need your love and the kids they gotta be fed 
And John, if you don't hurry back I'll be gone 
Yes, that's what the letter said 
The letter that Johnny Walker read 

Then John, he got up from the table 
Slowly he walked outside 
He was thinking of his wife and little children back home 
And how his drinking [bad word] their lives 

Then John he staggered off into the streetlight 
And a vision filled his poor, poor heart with dread 
For it was him lying [bad word] there in the gutter 
Clutching in his hand the letter that Johnny Walker read 
And this is what it said 

Dear John, please Johnny [bad word] home 
I need your love and the kids they gotta be fed 
And John, if you don't hurry back I'll be gone 
Yes, that's what the letter said 
The letter that Johnny Walker read 

Dear John, please Johnny [bad word] home 
I need your love and the kids they gotta be fed...