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Johnny grew up like a crop circle to a scarecrow
In a place that looked like a version of Copperhead Road
His daddy played poker and he ran moonshine
Mama prayed over that pecan pie
Every Sunday morning like the Good Book said she should
Like the Good Book said she should
Then one morning Johnny woke up
Heard mama hollerin', heard daddy's truck
Little did he know that the whole town knew
Daddy had a problem with the pills
And the preacher's wife too
How far, how far can a man bend before he breaks?
They found daddy's Ford outside a motel in Memphis
Room 129 but the sheriff couldn't find no witness
Just one hand clutching to an orange bottle
That Black Label devil on the nightstand, Gideon Bible
Gravedigger break that cold hard ground
Amazing grace, how sweet that sounds
Black Cadillac ridin' out of that one horse town
How far, how far can a man bend before he breaks?
And how far before a life becomes a choice he has to make?
Johnny slipped out of that small town noose like a sparrow
Eighteen wheels in the wind on the straight and narrow
He married him a girl and they made ends meet
Babies came and the money got lean
In the hell raisin' heat of an Indian summer
In a double-wide
And the devil smiled
Just a little nightcap just to fall asleep
Well he woke up a demon Johnny couldn't beat
Jim Beam Jekyll, Mr. Hyde
Mama told her baby go run and hide
Underneath the bed he could hear it all shatter
The glass and the bones, now the boy's thumb's on that Colt 45
In his daddy's eyes, mama cries when he drops that hammer
How far, how far can a man bend before he breaks?
And how far 'til a life becomes a choice he has to make?
Johnny grew up like a crop circle to a scarecrow
In a place that looked like a version of Copperhead Road