…one of rock’s most astute singer-songwriters of the
last 40 years
~ Los Angeles Times ~


jh_emblem
The Unofficial German
John Hiatt Page
was established in 1997

© 2017 Juergen Feldmann
German John Hiatt Fansite
all rights reserved

Best viewed with:
IE11/Firefox 50/Safari 5.x
1024x768, 16m colors
date format: dd.mm.yyyy

visitors: 195912  online: 2

lyrics

[ back ]


The Night That Kenny Died
written by John Hiatt

He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by
He kept his boogers in his desk he wore a neck tie
And he never washed his hair
You wished he wasn't there

But everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
Everybody cried
The night that Kenny died

It was so touching all the girls that would not touch him
He drew their pictures in his books I used to watch him
And then he'd pick his nose
And wipe it on his clothes

But everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
Everybody cried
The night that Kenny died

Died on a motorcycle
We never understood
That he was holdin' on tight
Through the middle of the night
Starin' at a '51 Mercury hood

It seemed so spooky that the nerd we all detested
Would die so gloriously and so unexpected
A wonderful guy God knows
They kept the casket closed

And everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
Everybody cried
The night that Kenny died

And everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
Everybody cried
The night that Kenny died

And everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
Everybody cried
The night that Kenny died

And everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
Everybody cried
The night that Kenny died