Johnny and I, in 2009, lived at his folk's house for free On the outskirts of town, 12 miles down A house on Lincoln Creek We called it the farm from the broken down barn Took wood and made fires in the stove We got drunk we got high Drank spiced rum and wine and lived like a couple of kids In the pitch dark night when I'd turn off the lights Looked up at the phosphorescent starts The future was bright as the lights In the sky and just as far out of reach Somewhere someone is singing for free A tab and a couple of twenties is all they need Somewhere someone is singing for free Thank god it ain't me Johnny got married to his ex-girlfriend's sister And they popped out a couple of kids I guess he found Jesus You might not believe this But sometimes I wish that I did But I hit the road for a decade of Shows sleeping on the floors and beds Dozens of strangers none born in a manger but holy none the less Somewhere someone is singing for free A tab and a couple of twenties is all they need Somewhere someone is singing for free Thank god it ain't me Somewhere someone is singing for free A tab and a couple of twenties is all they need Somewhere someone is singing for free Thank god it ain't me