Johnny

F# C#m B Johnny’s on the back porch drinking red wine F# C#m B He knows that it could be the very last time E B A F# E B He raises the glass up to his lips and wonders F# C#m B How could a boy from a little bay town F# C#m B Grow up to be a man, fly the whole world round E B A F# G D F# Then end back up on the same damn ground he started G D F# You might not get what you pay for G D F# You know that nothing’s for sure G D Em D C G F# C#m7 B F# C#m7 B And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness F# C#m B Lately he’s been thinking ‘bout the meaning of time F# C#m B The small amount we’re given must be some sort of crime E B A F# G D Yet the little we have feels like too much most of the time F# C#m B He takes another sip of that blood red wine F# C#m B Just waiting on the stars that will never align E B A F# G D F# A little luck, a little love, a little light and you’ll be doing just fine G D F# But you might not get what you pay for G D F# You know that nothing’s for sure G D Em D C G F# C#m B A#7 And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness G#m F# So open up your heart A# B F# A# Take it out, and put it back in B F# Signs are all around you G# B G# B F# Let it begin G D F# You might not get what you pay for G D F# You know that nothing’s for sure G D Em D C G F# C#m B F# And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness G D F# You might not get what you pay for G D F# You know that nothing’s for sure G D Em D C G F# And an open heart looks a lot like the wilderness C#m B F# C#m B F#