Johnny let’s go out ridingTo a place outside of townI go there every SundayTo watch the sun go downThere’s plenty of girls who know youThey’ve been asking where you’ve beenJohnny don’t disappoint themThey’d all like to see you againWilly I don’t think I’m readyTo leave this house of mineYou go out and tell themI’m not the social kindSome men, they are loversOthers, the fighting typeAnd me, I’m in the middle ofChoosing which one I’d like to beJudy, she’s out catchingRides in passing carsMemories of me and herHave burned out like the starsMe, I’m not disappointedIn knowing that she’s freeSomewhere down the line I knew she’dOne day up and leaveWilly, forget your troublesAnd lay back on the grassThere’s no need to get nostalgicThinking about the pastWhat’s gone is goneWhat’s here is nowShe’s standing by a fenceShe’s wearing a beautiful party dressAnd wanting you to dance