It was on a hot day that Johnny lost his mind
He drove his pickup to his shack and soon hit the moonshine
He laughed and he cheered until the hour got late
And when the moon came up he pulled out his thirty eight 

 [bad word] 
He danced just like fire
He fell down just like rain
But all flames must expire
While the ashes still remain 

Nobody knows exactly what went wrong
The night that Johnny took a blade and cut of his tongue
And then gave to the dogs just to watch them fight
Not a word he would speak since that bleak night 

 [bad word] 
He danced just like fire
He fell down just like rain
But all flames must expire
While the ashes still remain 

Well, he sat up all night reading his bible
And the next morning ‘drove a nail through his eyeball
Then he went outside and started digging a hole
Deep down in the soil, looking for his lost soul

 [bad word] 
He danced just like fire
He fell down just like rain
But all flames must expire
While the ashes still remain