His Hideaway - Jolina Carl

I used to sing his songs at least a thousand times

But never truly understood the meaning of these lines

It was three chords and the simple truth and his heart of gold

But the feeling couldn’t reach my heart of stories that he told

Until I met him on the farm where he always loved to be

Johnny gave me a sign under the big walnut tree

I bet that he was close to me, I felt his breath that day

When I sat on his little bench in the woods of his hideaway

I learned a lot through the eyes of his nearest child

When she told about the superstar, she cried and she smiled

He was much more than the man in black, the big talking man

Who owned the little piece of land, where my love began

When I met him on the farm where he always loved to be

Johnny gave me a sign under the big walnut tree

I bet that he was close to me, I felt his breath that day

When I sat on his little bench in the woods of his hideaway.

Now I know why he found it very easy to be true

Cause on his little farm I found the ring of fire I fell into

When I met him on the farm where he always loved to be

Johnny gave me a sign under the big walnut tree

I bet that he was close to me, I felt his breath that day

I sat on his little bench in the woods of his hideaway.

On the bench in the woods of his hideaway.

Of his hideaway.