johnmutphy

Well the moon was high over Roseville town, When John Murphy came stumblin’ down, With a bottle in hand and boots worn thin, Trouble grinnin’ on his scruffy chin. He kicked up dust on Colonial Lane, Growlin’ curses at the midnight train, Swayin’ past diners and the old pawn shop, Lookin’ for a f***t that wouldn’t stop. 🥁 Mean John Murphy, drunk and wild, Spillin’ whiskey, talkin’ vile, A legend born on a restless night, On Colonial Drive 'neath neon light. Well the cops knew John like a dog knows a bone, He’d rant and rave like he owned the zone, But folks just sighed and locked their doors, ‘Cause Murphy’s stompin’ shook the floors. He hollered out to the traffic lights, “Y’all blinkin’ wrong! Get it right!” Then tripped on a curb with a mighty groan, Gave the street one final m**n. 🎸 Mean John Murphy, one-man r**t, Never met a bar he’d leave quiet, Roseville breathed a wary sigh, Each time he howled at the starry sky. Now some say he cleaned up cold one fall, Others swear he still roams y’all, But if you’re drivin’ Colonial late at night, Listen close for a stompin’ fright... 🎤 Mean John Murphy, drunk and loud, Roseville’s own thundercloud, They built the legend, mile by mile, Of a mean old man with a crooked smile...