Jonny

By Jon Klostermeier

Jonny’s at the wishing well Throwing in stones

Momma’s on the front porch calling him home
His dinner’s on the table and it’s gonna get cold
And there’s no guarantee that you’ll grow old
So be good, be good, and run on home.

Jonny’s dancin’ with the devil on old Church road

But the devil never forgets what he’s owed
And nothing comes cheap with a penny for a soul
You’re just waiting out life for your time in the hole
So be good, be good, and dig your hole

Well every day is a test of hope when faith in love means letting go, let go
When charity’s lost for all but saints and one life is the cost for the one that remains, there’s
hope

Jonny’s back at the wishing well pockets in hand

Not a coin for a wish he’s grown into a man
With no dinner, no table, no home for his head
Just remembering the days, we remember the dead
So be good, be good, till we meet again