John Beyers blew three holes in my ride He put two in the tires and one in the side Side panel of my 1969 Camaro, and so it's John I must find So I hopped in Pop's pick-up and cranked up the heat Got a clean .22 and some shells in the seat And I lit up the dark and I shifted her down This southside Swift Current boy's northside-bound John Beyers just bought him a whole mess of pain He's a fool if he thinks he can do this again 'Cause I'm crossin' that track just as soon as this train Pulls out of the rail yard, ol' John's gonna pay