Mr. Johnson's love lives on
See, his body died some years ago but around here
Sissy Thompson said she'd seen him late that night on Shelby road
Yes, his body died some years ago but around here
And some people claim they still hear him call her name
Deep in the night, oh, and sometimes right at dawn
And some people claim they still hear him call her name
Deep in the night, oh, and sometimes right at dawn
And his memories were clouded with all the hurtful things she'd said
"Hey, hey, Maureen", swear they hear it just that plain
I hear'd the preacher at the service say, "From love he's finally free"
See, his body died some years ago but around here
But I say love, it knows no season, it haunts the soul eternally
Deep in the night, oh, and sometimes right at dawn
Mr. Johnson's love lives on
Never moving, never speaking and just barely breathing air
Yes, for all intent and purpose he might just as well been dead
Mr. Johnson's love lives on
"Hey, hey, Maureen", swear they hear it just that plain
The only true and solemn fact is the man we'd known was all but gone
He seemed far away and distant with that cold and silent stare
"Hey, hey, Maureen", swear they hear it just that plain
About a mile from there they found him, it seems he'd died out in the snow
And some people claim they still hear him call her name
See, his body died some years ago but around here
No one really knew her reason and who can judge her right or wrong
