"The Ballard Of J. Drummer" lyrics
In year one-nine-nine-six-o-one
The last numeral was upside down
Johnny Drummer came to the outskirts of town
People came out and shouted at him
Some people came out and shouted at him
"Say, show us your sticks." Then they went back to their computer tricks
He'd hit a town with no life, to begin, where they forgot the facts
Two sticks make up a cross
Why is it always this way?
Why do they always have to say, "hey, Johnny, get out of the way"
He looked in the mirror and said, "I am not him"
He stood outside a bar and raised the nerve to go in
The window hosted at least 45 men
Wondered which one was waiting for him
And the boy at the machine meant him no
Harm, but to him the boy was staring again at him
The rhythm over in his head again
Men, boys and girls! Don't ever follow the path
Of being hard and tough when your heart is soft
The last numeral was upside down
Johnny Drummer came to the outskirts of town
People came out and shouted at him
Some people came out and shouted at him
"Say, show us your sticks." Then they went back to their computer tricks
He'd hit a town with no life, to begin, where they forgot the facts
Two sticks make up a cross
Why is it always this way?
Why do they always have to say, "hey, Johnny, get out of the way"
He looked in the mirror and said, "I am not him"
He stood outside a bar and raised the nerve to go in
The window hosted at least 45 men
Wondered which one was waiting for him
And the boy at the machine meant him no
Harm, but to him the boy was staring again at him
The rhythm over in his head again
Men, boys and girls! Don't ever follow the path
Of being hard and tough when your heart is soft
Writer(s): William Farley Smith
