Falling James(2) in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all the tale
Well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

John, John, he's long gone
Well he's gone to Indiana, he ain't [bad word] home
John, John, he's long gone
Well he's gone to Indiana, he ain't [bad word] home

Well he took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe(4)
Bought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
He got all liquored up(5) on the road house corn(6)
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette(7)
hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

John, John, is long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana, he ain't [bad word] home
John, John, is long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana, he ain't [bad word] home

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

John, John, he's long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana, he ain't [bad word] home
John, John, he's long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana, he ain't [bad word] home

John, John
John, John
My papa was a rollin' stone
My papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he hung he said was his home
When he died all he left us was alone
John, John
John, John
John, John

Now I was banging on a table with an old tin cup
Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again
I will never kiss a Gun Street girl again
I will never kiss a Gun Street girl again
John, John
John, John
John, John
John, John
John, John
John, John
John, John