Johnny - Ver 2

F# C#m B F# C#m B 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# C#m 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 F# G D F# You might not get what you pay fo-r G D F# You know that nothing’s for su-re G D Em D C G F# And an open heart looks a lot like the wilder-ness F# C#m B F# C#m B 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 he’ll be doing just fine F# G D F# You might not get what you pay fo-r G D F# You know that nothing’s for su-re G D Em D C G F# And an open heart looks a lot like the wilder-ness F# C#m B A# B F# A# So open up your heart, take it out B F# And put it back i-n A# B F# Signs are all around you G# B G# B G# Le-t... it begin F# G D F# You might not get what you pay fo-r G D F# You know that nothing’s for su-re G D Em D C G F# And an open heart looks a lot like the wilder-ness F# G D F# You might not get what you pay fo-r G D F# You know that nothing’s for su-re G D Em D C G F# And an open heart looks a lot like the wilder-ness F# C#m B F# C#m B F#