I was standing in a small bar in the town of Hemingway
Wasnt listen much to what anyone had to say
Things got quit and I slowly turned around
Next to where I was standing this old man sat down

With a beckon he motion us all to where he sat
And with a trembling old hand he removed his hat
He took a swallow out of the bottle that had been sat within reach
And with a voice soft and low he began his speech

Gentlemen he said ther,re was once a young man that lived in this town
He was probably the most respected man around
Johnny was the young mans name
But after the war he was never the same

His medals were many and he received them right from the start
He received the medal of Honor and the Purple Heart
But Johnny never wanted medals for the deeds he had done
He felt that medals should be pinned on everyone

They gave Johnny an honorable discharge after the war was all through
But shooting and killing was all that he knew
So he came back here to live his life out on his fathers farm
And he prayed that never again would he do anyone harm

But Johnny would have dreams of war at night
Time and time again for his life he would have to fight
Then one night he strangled his dad while in his tortured sleep
Johnny awoke relized what he had done and began to weep

I watched as the old timmer stood and walked away
I felt if there was more that he wanted to say
I ask the old man behind the bar and stood waiting for a reply
He looked at me with sparkling eyes and said Johnnys never been known to lie