| Song | Johnson Blvd |
| Artist | Amos Lee |
| Album | Mountains Of Sorrow, Rivers Of Song |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Up on Main St, they built a highway | |
| Changed its name to Johnson Boulevard | |
| Up on Thursday down on Friday | |
| People ask me why are things so hard | |
| Times been hard though | |
| From Laredo to San Jacinto | |
| And its a long way back home | |
| Theres an old train in a stock yard | |
| Its like a graveyard of things come and gone | |
| And the wind moves on a gravestone | |
| Where the leaves gone | |
| And everybody knows | |
| Times been hard though | |
| From Laredo to San Jacinto | |
| And its a long way back home | |
| Sometimes youre standing still | |
| And the wind just beats you down | |
| Oh and sometimes its just so hard | |
| to keep your two feet right there on the ground | |
| Mothers faithful | |
| She goes to church still | |
| She prays on Sunday | |
| And Mondays too | |
| Fathers somewhere | |
| On the back field | |
| Thinking out loud | |
| That this ain't nothing new | |
| Times been hard though | |
| From Laredo to San Jacinto | |
| So why dont we just go back home | |
| Why dont we just go back home |
| Up on Main St, they built a highway | |
| Changed its name to Johnson Boulevard | |
| Up on Thursday down on Friday | |
| People ask me why are things so hard | |
| Times been hard though | |
| From Laredo to San Jacinto | |
| And it s a long way back home | |
| There s an old train in a stock yard | |
| It s like a graveyard of things come and gone | |
| And the wind moves on a gravestone | |
| Where the leaves gone | |
| And everybody knows | |
| Times been hard though | |
| From Laredo to San Jacinto | |
| And it s a long way back home | |
| Sometimes you re standing still | |
| And the wind just beats you down | |
| Oh and sometimes it s just so hard | |
| to keep your two feet right there on the ground | |
| Mother s faithful | |
| She goes to church still | |
| She prays on Sunday | |
| And Mondays too | |
| Fathers somewhere | |
| On the back field | |
| Thinking out loud | |
| That this ain' t nothing new | |
| Times been hard though | |
| From Laredo to San Jacinto | |
| So why don t we just go back home | |
| Why don t we just go back home |
| Up on Main St, they built a highway | |
| Changed its name to Johnson Boulevard | |
| Up on Thursday down on Friday | |
| People ask me why are things so hard | |
| Times been hard though | |
| From Laredo to San Jacinto | |
| And it s a long way back home | |
| There s an old train in a stock yard | |
| It s like a graveyard of things come and gone | |
| And the wind moves on a gravestone | |
| Where the leaves gone | |
| And everybody knows | |
| Times been hard though | |
| From Laredo to San Jacinto | |
| And it s a long way back home | |
| Sometimes you re standing still | |
| And the wind just beats you down | |
| Oh and sometimes it s just so hard | |
| to keep your two feet right there on the ground | |
| Mother s faithful | |
| She goes to church still | |
| She prays on Sunday | |
| And Mondays too | |
| Fathers somewhere | |
| On the back field | |
| Thinking out loud | |
| That this ain' t nothing new | |
| Times been hard though | |
| From Laredo to San Jacinto | |
| So why don t we just go back home | |
| Why don t we just go back home |