One Last from Sheboygan by Bury Trail

Johnny Fucking Dark was dealing lots of blow,
Newburgh, New York, where the Hudson River flows,
One day he got tired of the frozen rain and snow,
And dirty cops looking out for a double-black GTO

Johnny aimed his muscle car at the western coast,
Knew a guy way out the end, interstate eight-oh,
Old hippie town, 20 miles from San Francisco
But first, one last, off the dash, double-black GTO

CHORUS 1
One last line
One last...

Bella the five-string bassist was beginning to fret,
With a kid in the oven, smoked her last cigarette,
Smoked a few more at Nave’s, filled with regret,
Lost count playing Peri’s after three belts Fernet

CHORUS 2
One last smoke
One last...

BRIDGE
I’m just thinkin’ ‘bout the future
Never bothered in the past
One last line
One last shot
One last smoke
One last drop
One last score
One last fight
One last flight
One last endless night
One more greasy burger
One last French fry…

Wanna sing one last verse
‘Bout a Merchant Marine (Ahoy!)
Two-Dollar Bill
And his three-foot ponytail

Oh one last about a sweetie
Who bows a cello, mean,
Or Trumpet Dave from Iowa,
Or Idaho, Coeur d’Alene?

Or the transcendental waitress,
Sent to North Beach from above,
Shined her light on Johnny’s dark
Found their neverending love
(And Johnny D said...)

CHORUS 3
One last girl
One last…

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