I remember a girl called Johnny
Black as hell, white as a ghost
"Don't talk about life or death"
She said "I've had enough of both"
I remember a girl called Johnny
The train came to town, boy she got on it
Without looking back and with barely a word
If she said goodbye, I never heard
But the noise goes on, the noise, the jazz
The truth is in somebody elses hands
Black as hell, white as a ghost
"Don't talk about life or death"
She said "I've had enough of both"
I remember a girl called Johnny
The train came to town, boy she got on it
Without looking back and with barely a word
If she said goodbye, I never heard
But the noise goes on, the noise, the jazz
The truth is in somebody elses hands
