text: Falling James in the Tahoe mud
  Stick around to
  Tell us all the tale
  Well he fell in love
  With a Gun Street girl
  Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
  Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
  John John hes long gone
  Well hes gone to Indiana
  He aint never coming home
  John John
  Hes long gone
  Well hes gone to Indiana
  He aint never coming home
  Well he took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
  Bought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
  He got all liquored up on the road house corn
  Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
  A hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
  John John is long gone
  Why hes gone to Indiana
  He aint never coming home
  John John
  Is long gone
  Why hes gone to Indiana
  He aint never coming home
  Miss Charlotte took her satchel
  Down to King Fish Row
  Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
  With her firemans raincoat and her long yellow hair
  They tied her to a tree
  With a skinny millionaire
  They tied her to a tree
  With a skinny millionaire
  John John
  Hes long gone
  Why hes gone to Indiana
  He aint never coming home
  John John
  Hes long gone
  Why hes gone to Indiana
  He aint never coming home
  John John
  John John
  My papa was a rollin stone
  My papa was a rollin stone
  Wherever he hung
  He said was his home
  When he died all
  He left us was alone
  John John
  John John
  John John
  Now I was banging on a table
  With an old tin cup
  Sing Ill never kiss a
  Gun Street girl again
  I will never kiss a
  Gun Street girl again
  I will never kiss a
  Gun Street girl again
  John John
  John John
  John John
  John John
  John John
  John John
  John John