The Story of Johnny Evans
His name is Johnny Evans and he runs the southern states
He would skin a baby’s bottom just clean his chrome
I am talking bout of his own
He runs joints close to the swamps
They come he takes what he wants
He rides a black 49 with one chrome head light
It had to be fussed in hell on some cold winter’s night
Each bolt milled and buffed to a dark shiny black
Bored, milled and so tight
Every molecule of oil asks to pass by
When it rains it never gets wet there just no room
Between it fenders, frame or chrome
A blue flame comes out her ass
It melts the black top as it roams
Those southern roads
Crazy how black can light a day
And cool the night
Johnny wears no colors
He don’t want no family
He wants to be free
He has a tattoo of black dogs head
On his shoulder that’s his family
Like the dog his hair Raven black
His eyes are steel black
His smile lights up a room
Men’s blood turns to water
Their women melt butter
But Raven has just one seat
And Johnny Evans just don’t ride for free
That’s how stories run
But we have all heard stories
Stories change with time
So this Northern boy
Headed on down to the Southern Side
A long ride to Interstate 565 old Fed 72
Down in Alabama, Mason Ridge County near New Hope
I could feel the air chill and 1st old biker I saw
I ask about the story he kind of smiled
He pointed east then said “County Road 127
The straight run next to Blackwell Swamp
You‘ll pass a cemetery then turn left
Don’t worry he most likely find you
If that’s what you want to do.
I passed the church there to the left
He was sitting on his just looking my way
So I sucked in wind a drove up close
He just smiled and asks “Why?”
They 3 sat there and waited
I wanted to know if what they say is true
“What they say is never true”
What they see the outer shell
That’s all they see he laughed
Follow me across the road
We pull into the cemetery
“See the ground over there?”
“When I made that hole
I put the biggest part of me in it
If I dig it up it takes a bigger hole
The darkness serves me well
On these roads where it never snows
Swamp sounds cover the dead sound
And I just don’ have dig a deeper hole
You know the they all make over a bar
I can see you will not let me be
You going make me dig a deeper hole
I just lost a girl the kind you knew would go
Hard on the wall they just hung there with you
Then love came in and took me by storm
A little black dog licking my drunken face
Laying on top me in rain to keep me warm
She came like a Raven in the wind
In my heart I knew she go again
She stayed so long I forgot
The pain of losing again
In cheap garage
Under a rag bang used car
Make some money so we could eat
A jack broke loose and came falling
Calling to my chest
Without thought of safety
She jumped in between me
Took the whole weight for me
He stopped and looked at me
I knew he would say no more
For to ask another question
Would make me a whore
His eyes met mine and mine his
Swamp roads made sense
Any deals with devil I sure the devil lost
I nodded my head and I knew
He waved me off and I left him
He sat on the road
The three of them ravens all
A black mass darker than night
Shining and shining