DOWN AT JOHNNY’S PAD
©Trev Teasdel, Johnny Adams Coventry April 1973
Digging the sounds on the stereo
Swopping songs, yeah yeah
Sometimes slagging, sometimes talking
Learning our craft like a sponge
Down at Johnny’s pad.
Down at Johnny’s pad
Long distance walking
with guitars on our backs
Always learning, always yearning
Learning our craft like a sponge.
Down at Johnny’s pad.
Digging the sounds on the stereo
Swopping songs, yeah yeah
Sometimes slagging, sometimes talking
Learning our craft like a sponge
Down at Johnny’s pad.
Down at Johnny’s pad
Long distance walking
with guitars on our backs
Always learning, always yearning
Learning our craft like a sponge.
Down at Johnny’s pad.
Down at Johnny’s pad.
Coffee’s on to a twelve bar blues
Kettle whistles like the Midnight Special
Clothes are ragged, holes in our shoes
learning our craft like a sponge
Down at Johnny’s pad.
The dole is our shepherd
but our hopes are higher
Johnny’s guitar licks
burn with fire
We’re learning our trade like a sponge
Down at Johnny’s pad.
Bridge
Jasmine flower burnin’ self-raising
to the spirtitual sky -hi..
Nourishes the soil that sows our songs
when we’re down at Johnny’s pad,
Down at Johnny’s pad.
And the words we sing
are shadows of the songs inside our heads
but we’re learning our trade like a sponge
Down at Johnny’s pad.
Coffee’s on to a twelve bar blues
Kettle whistles like the Midnight Special
Clothes are ragged, holes in our shoes
learning our craft like a sponge
Down at Johnny’s pad.
The dole is our shepherd
but our hopes are higher
Johnny’s guitar licks
burn with fire
We’re learning our trade like a sponge
Down at Johnny’s pad.
Bridge
Jasmine flower burnin’ self-raising
to the spirtitual sky -hi..
Nourishes the soil that sows our songs
when we’re down at Johnny’s pad,
Down at Johnny’s pad.
And the words we sing
are shadows of the songs inside our heads
but we’re learning our trade like a sponge
Down at Johnny’s pad.